A lover of hyper preg bellies, weight gain and hyper belly stuff

I've decided to be active in this blog and write some stuff, and rping with others. I'm not putting any pressure on myself though. So if I get inconsistent, you know why. +18 blog, written by someone that's a bit too obsessed with bellies, and especially hyper pregnancy. Female bellies only ! sorry I'm not interested in males/futas/herm/trans bellies.

[hyper-breeding-lover]

A dangerous fantasy

(Warning : no actual pregnancy this time, just a girl fantasizing about getting pregnant... maybe a bit too hard.)

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The day Maya realized she had a pregnancy fetish was when she let her first boyfriend take her virginity.

She clearly remember how it felt. Especially the part when he came inside of her womb. The sensation of the hot cum flooding her insides, and the thrill of knowing his sperms would come for her poor defenseless eggs, inseminating them... unfortunately, it did not happen. Though, sometimes she wondered if it had truly been for the best. If she had gotten impregnated that day, she wouldn't feel like the critter in heat she was now.

She couldn't tell why. She couldn't tell HOW. This fantasy of getting pregnant just came out of nowhere. Was there a logical reason behind this fetish of hers ? Sure, she had seen her mom and a teacher or two be pregnant when she was a child, but she didn't remember feeling some sort of attraction back then. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to have children. So out of all possible kinks, why was this the one ? After she lost her virginity, she thought it would be just some sort of weird phase, caused by a sudden flow of hormones or something like that. But the more time passed, the stronger these urges came back at her.

When she saw a pregnant woman outside, she couldn't stop staring at her, imagining being at her place. Some nights, she would dream she was pregnant. Hell, one time she had even HALLUCINATED, her mind tricking her by showing a reflection of her hugely pregnant in front of the mirror. She had to rub her eyes to get back to the tough reality. How was this possible ? How could someone be so into a fantasy that they couldn't stop thinking about anything else ? There wasn't any logical reason behind this being so hard to control. It wasn't just a fetish. It was an OBSESSION to her. A powerful drug that started consuming and controlling every aspect of her life.

She was not exaggerating. Maya had to reflect on herself multiple times. 24 years old, freshly out of school. She had studied pretty well. She hadn't been the number 1 in class, but she hadn't been BAD. She was doing a job she liked and earned okay, she was in good health, she had friends... but even so, sometimes she wondered if all of this was truly worth it. There were times when she just wanted to dedicate her life to pregnancy. She didn't know how exactly, she just wished she could get pregnant over and over again, without any repercussions. Staying all day at home, gestating babies after babies... all day, every day... wouldn't it be the perfect life ? Maybe she could actually do it. Surely there were men that would love to knock her up and keep her as their barefoot pregnant wife, or their pregnant sex slave. They would keep her pregnant at all times, worshipping her as a fertility goddess or degrading her as their pregnant sow. She was okay with both outcomes.

She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts together. This was just a fantasy. She KNEW it was. And yet, despite knowing that, risking becoming a mother just to satisfy her dirty desires... the thought both excited and disgusted her at the same time. "What a horny slut I am", she thought. Why was she stuck between such conflicted feelings ? At this point, it wouldn't take long before she would surrender to her urges. She already did two years ago, when she was still at university. On the last party in her campus, she managed to sleep with a handsome and sexy boy. Right before they went at it, she purposely took a bunch of fertility meds and lied to him by saying she was on the pill. She let him cum multiple times inside of her unprotected womb. It could have turned her life around right there, however she got struck with guilt the morning after. So, she took the tomorrow pill. Since this event, every day she wondered... if the situation were to happen again, would she still do the same thing ? Before, the answer was clear. Now, she didn't know anymore.

She had to think of something else. Maybe a bath could help, she thought. So she went to the bathroom and took off her clothes. For a moment, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Maya was quite short, only 5 foot 4. Short curly black hair that stopped at her shoulders. Brown eyes. She was a little chubby, but she was carrying DD breasts and her hips and thighs were perfectly build for pregnancy. Her body definitely wasn't like this a few years ago. Days after days of taking her fertility meds had put some changes to her body. Not only she had become curvier, but she also completely fucked up her cycles. There were months when she did not have her periods at all. It did not help with her obsession, but still she couldn't stop taking them. Speaking of which...

Maya opened up the closet and looked for her fertility pills. She took the bottle and put one of them in her hand. She's been taking them for three years now. At this point now, she wondered if she could ever live without them. Maybe this was just her mind tricking her again, but taking them made her feel so fucking fertile each time. Surely this couldn't be a good thing to keep doing it. Messing up with her entire reproductive system just to push her fertility off the roof... she was treating her body like it was some kind of baby factory. Fuck. The thought was hot. Scary, but hot.

*gulp*

She felt ashamed of herself. "Fuck, I look like a drug addict." she murmured to herself. She couldn't get rid of all of these invading thoughts. She was getting horny again. Soon, her hand moved on its own between her legs, and started rubbing her sex. She pictured herself pregnant, and growing bigger and bigger, as the months went by. Then, she imagined giving birth to her babies, before getting impregnated again, with a larger brood. Getting more and more fertile each time, and ending up as nothing more than a broodmother, bedridden from her massive pregnancies. 

"Fuck... I want to feel someone's cum filling my ovaries ! Having their sperm piercing my eggs... forcing me to carry litters after litters... turning my body into a baby factory...! I want to feel my babies grow inside of meeeeeeeee...~ feeling their movements... their bodies getting lower as I am ready to give birth... fuck, FUCK, I WANT TO PUSH BABIES OUT OF ME SO BAAAAAAAD...!~"

With one last scream, Maya surrendered to her first orgasm of the day. Slowly losing her balance because of her shaky legs, the girl ended up on her knees. She stayed in this position for a whole minute, slowly recovering from her climax. Then she stood up and went to the bathtub. She sighed.

"I swear, if I get pregnant I better get knocked up with triplets at least."

[hyper-breeding-lover]

Over and over again.

(Warning : it gets a little dark. Themes : hyper pregnancy, sex, water breaking, mind breaking, addiction.)

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The process of making life. Never in her life she would have expected it to become such a fulfilling sensation. It just felt so right. This was such a primal feeling, making babies as a purpose to make humanity prosper. The profund sentiment of accomplishment that came from it was so powerful, she felt like this had been her purpose all her life. To breed. To get pregnant. This was natural after all, wasn't it ? It was normal for it to feel this good. To experiment such joy, such happiness by letting her body experience this process over and over again. And then becoming overjoyed by seeing her belly getting full with life, her breasts full with milk, and her entire body getting bigger all over by consuming huge amount of calories to help her litter's growth. Doing this one time... two times... were alright, she knew, but...

But was it still right to do it after the 12th time ?

Sometimes, she would wonder if she was truly doing the right thing. But quickly, this thought would fade away, just like all her insecurities, as her mind would lose itself in this constant haze of pleasure brought by her this pregnancy. This pure bliss and hedonistic life she has been experiencing for months now had become a neverending, addictive drug she couldn't live without. As her mind continued sinking into this desire, her consciousness was slowly fading away, losing touch with reality. She knew that soon, it would leave her as nothing but a breeding tool, barely human, which's only purpose would be to become a baby factory.

Was she welcoming this future ? Or had she fallen too deep into this hell hole to go back ? She couldn't tell.

She simply couldn't stop. But somehow, at the same time, it didn't feel it was simply herself losing to her desires. This was much more than that. She could tell her body was begging to put a stop to it, and yet, at the same time it just kept pushing itself to its limits and getting more and more fertile each pregnancy. It felt as if her body, accustomed from her many pregnancies, had developped some sort of addiction to it. Every time she wasn't carrying life inside of her, she felt horrible bad, both mentally and physically. So she had to do it. She had to get pregnant. She was basically a slave to her own body. Still, it didn't stop the consequences to hit her. And it hit her hard.

Consecutive pregnancies, with each pregnancy being bigger than the last, had pushed her body beyond its limits. And now, she making more than it could physically handle. She felt like a self-supplying machine, going overheat from her own fertility, and ready to explode at any moment. The results of her own destruction were more visible each day. Each movements of her babies were easily visible through her skin, taut and red from the pressure of the overcrowded brood. Nonuplets. Yes, she was pregnant with nine babies, her largest litter ever made. Her belly was towering over her by about four feet and bulging out by one foot from her sides, making her look like she was attached to it rather than it being part of her body. She was more belly than woman at this point, her mound of fertility weighing about 120 pounds. That was more than 13 pounds per baby in average. Her enormous litter kept her completely immobilized, forcing her to stay mostly laying on her side, or in a sitting position. Because of her condition, her master had to help her for basically any tasks. It was at a point that even staying there, doing nothing but gestating was energy consuming. Her body was using up all her ressources to develop her current litter. This was all she could do now. Eating, sleeping... and having sex.

"Aaaaah... aaaah... hmmmm...~"

Laying on her side, the pregnant girl moaned as she felt the thrusts of her master going back and forth in her pussy. Hidden under her enormous baby boulder, her master had to push it to get an access to her sex. Even in her condition, he wasn't going easy on her. Not that she minded though. Even if she did, her body simply couldn't say no. And with her being so hugely pregnant, her master was doing all the part as well. She was only staying there, enjoying herself getting used as if she was nothing more than a overblown sex doll. The sensations were so intense. The amount of hormones pumped into her body because of this pregnancy caused her sensitivity to increase tenfold. Because of this, the pregnant girl felt as if her brain was frying from pleasure with each orgasms. Needless to say, sex had become so addicting that not having her breeder next to her every few hours when she wasn't sleeping was out of the question. This didn't help with her pregnancy addiction neither.

(C-Cum in meeeeeeee...~ I n-need... m-more... MORE !~)

The male's movements accelerated as he neared orgasm. As she felt his member twitching inside of her, the pregnant girl's eyes rolled up to her head, her body ready to orgasm the moment he would deliver his seed. At the pleasure rose, the woman also felt a sharp distinct pain coming from her belly.

Contractions.

As she experienced them, something new was happening deep inside her mind. It was as if she had regained touch with reality for a moment. The orgasmic haze that clouded her brain, this heavenly bliss she kept experiencing, both physically and psychically... it had been so intense it hid the truth about her critical condition. Every part of her ache. Her belly felt too taut, too stretched, that even breathing hurt a little. The visible of veins and enlarged stretch marks had been signs a long time that she was being pushed to her limits. Her breasts were so full of milk they hurt constantly. Every muscles were sore, as most of the energy was transmitted to the content of her womb. Every poundings from this man, as pleasurable as they were, were so rough it made her babies startle, causing unstoppable movements inside of her already too crowded womb. Every kicks, bulges, from her big, active babies made her feel like her womb was going to rupture at any moment.

(B-B-Babies...! Babies...! B-bab... bab...)

Finally, her master came inside of her. The pregnant girl's eyes opened wider as she felt the hot seed flowing inside of her holes. Suddenly, the pleasant wave returned to her, dilluing the pain once more. Losing herself to pleasure, her body spasmed as she climaxed hard, causing her to squirt all over her bed. Though, after a few seconds it was obvious it was more than just the results of her lust.

Her water had broken.

Seeing that, her master pulled out of her and prepared for the birth of her brood. Barely recovering from her mindblowing orgasm, the laboring woman groaned in pain as she felt the next contractions. Her babies were moving down her birth canal fast.

(I-I'm gonna give birth... I'm gonna give birth !)

She cried, before letting out a primal scream that resonated in the room. She was too tired. There was no way she would be able to give birth to NINE babies. Even if she was used to giving birth, she felt like she had been pushed to her limits. But despite all of this, a prominent thought resonated inside of her head.

She was becoming a mom.

She was. Becoming. A mom.

The woman let out a horny giggle. This thought reminded her why she was doing all of this. This is what she wanted all along. Giving birth, as painful as it was, also brought her to a state of pure bliss she never thought was possible. Because she was making babies. And she was GOOD at it. That's why she had been able to grow NINE babies into her womb. Knowing she was good at bringing life to this world...

It made her want to get pregnant over and over again.

[hyper-breeding-lover]

Ready to pop.

(Another short story with themes of extreme pregnancy, stuffing and captivity. Kinda dark.)

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Layla was ready to pop.

The naked pregnant woman looked at her reflection in the mirror. The once thin woman had definitely entered the obese territory after reaching the 400 pounds benchmark yesterday. She simply couldn't stop eating, her babies constantly demanding for more and more food, which caused her to gain weight. A lot of weight. She was begging for this to all end... Just how much bigger was she going to get ? She already one week overdue... these little parasites were so low, she felt so much pressure on her cervix... and yet, they kept growing bigger and bigger inside of her overcrowded womb.

"Oof... that's it... I can't stand anymore..."

Layla was already feeling too tired to stand. Her back hurt, her legs ached, her feet had swollen up, and the pressure between her legs was unbearable. All that baby weight combined with her own weight gain made her use all her energy for even the most simple tasks. She could barely take care of herself... if it continued like this, she would soon become too heavy to leave her bed.

"Ggnnnh...! Come ooooon !"

The poor woman put her hands below her enormous baby boulder and lifted it as much as she could, before letting it land on the sheets with a loud "thump". Then, she lifter her fat leg and tried to get on the bed. She was clearly struggling to put all of her weight on it, making the wood creak at each movements. After a whole minute she succeeded. Panting heavily, the overly pregnant woman rested immobile on her side and started stroking her belly. All that agitation had woken up the babies inside, who started moving inside of her.

"O-Ouch ! S-Stop, pleeeeeeease.... you're hurting mommy... p-please c-calm down...!"

She was literally begging them to stop. They were kicking too much ! Her babies were so large she could see the outlines of their members pressing on the different parts of her belly. She looked like she was the pregnant women in those alien movies, her belly writhing with the movements of her unborns. There was so much pressure inside of her she felt like her womb was going to rip open.

"I-I'm too big ! I'm too big ! I can't get any bigger, I can't stay pregnant another day, I can't...!"

Layla was crying. She needed to give birth SO BAD. She was desperate to get her brood out... she didn't want to be stuck this way forever. She wanted her life back. She wanted to sleep without having to wake up in pain every time the babies kicked. She wanted to walk around without feeling like she was going to fall because of her weight.

"It hurts so much... please, just let me give birth... I can't take it anymore."

Just as she said that, she heard the door open. Her master entered the room. He was the one who did this to her. He was the one who gave her these fertility drugs and knocked her up with his massive babies. He was the one who turned her into a baby factory, a breeding cow that does nothing but carrying babies and giving birth again and again. She hated him for this. However...

"How's my little baby maker doing ?" He said in a low, sensual voice.

He was carrying a small kart, containing many sorts of snacks, a plate full of pork, cheese, dough, mashed potatoes, two liters of soda, a large chocolate cake... there was other foods that she couldn't see. Looking at it, Layla's stomach growled and her babies started kicking even more in anticipation. Her master approached her slowly, leaning over her while she was resting on her side. She felt so disgusted by his presence, especially after all he'd done to her. He was her owner, her master. She was his property. But at the same time, she loved him for doing this to her. She hated him, but she also wanted more. She craved his cock. She needed to feel his thick shaft inside of her. It was all because of these stupid hormones flowing through her body. Her body kept asking for more. More food, more sex, more babies...

"Nngh... uuuuungh..." Layla groaned, barely able to contain her moans of pain and pleasure.

"I see my babies are growing well. You've been doing a great job so far. You should give birth very soon... meanwhile, I expect you to keep eating as much as possible."

He already told her that he only wanted big, strong babies. That's why he kept force feeding her to her limits and kept delaying her due date with his special regimen, so her babies would grow as much as possible. Still, this was becoming too much. Her 8 babies were more than 12 pounds EACH. That meant she was carrying about a 100 pounds of baby. She couldn't believe how much those little monsters were growing inside of her. How she was supposed to even push them out of her ?

"M-Master please... I need to give birth... please, make me induce labor... t-these babies... t-they're too big..."

"Nonsense. You'll give birth when your body tells you to. If you're not giving birth yet, this means my babies can get bigger and stronger. Now open wide... you need to eat."

Her master helped her lifting her gravid mass to put her into a sitting position. She looked even bigger in this angle. Her belly protuded farther than her feet in front of her, and it was so wide it forced her legs apart. In this position, she was almost completely immobile, trapped by her baby boulder. Her master handed her a fork full of mashed potatoes. The poor woman groaned and opened her mouth wide. She continued eating and eating, feeling both scared and aroused knowing these new calories would contribute to the growth of her babies. After 20 minutes of this feeding session, Layla was feeling full. But still, her master insisted in feeding her. Each bites were becoming harder and harder, and she could feel her stomach getting too full.

"Uuuuuuugh... I'm gonna poooooop..." She panted.

"Don't worry, you'll deliver soon enough. Keep eating, keep gaining weight. Your babies will love it."

And that's exactly what she did. She kept eating and eating, stuffing herself with meat, cheese, soda, bread, cookies, cakes... everything he gave to her. At one point, she swore she could feel her belly expanding at every bite. Every calories, every mouthful of food was more painful than the last, but despite her pleads her master kept giving her more, insisting she needed it.

So she ate. And ate. And ate.

Like a mindless vessel, Layla continued consuming whatever was in front of her. It's not like she could refuse now. She was too far gone to stop resisting. She had become accustomed to all of this. The sensation of feeding her litter, contributing to their growth and health gave her a sensation of fulfillment. She was creating life, fulfilling her duty as a woman, mother and breeder. This would not be the only time. Pregnancy had become a part of life forever. Her body had become too addicted to feeling life inside of it, too addicted to the pregnancy hormones, that she knew it would beg her to get impregnated with another litter the moment she gives birth.

(M-more food... more... bigger... my b-babies... they're still starving... they need to eat... to be bigger... until I give birth...! )

Layla was lost in a state of ecstasy. She could barely think anymore, not even to realise the condition she was in. Her mind was in a haze, the woman barely able to process her thoughts that were consumed by the non stop needs of her body. Her body was reacting in a self destructive behavior for her babies. Her womb has been completely taken over by them, to the point she had become a slave to her own brood.

(OH GOD, OH GOD, THEY'RE GETTING LARGER INSIDE OF MEEEEEEE ! MY CERVIX, THERE'S SO MUCH PRESSUUUUUUURE, I WANT TO PUSH THEM OUT SO BAD ! PLEASE, LET ME GIVE BIRTH BEFORE I POOOOOOP !)

Layla was crying from the pain and pleasure. Suddenly, a swarm of activity came from her straining belly. She felt like her entire body was shaking from the pressure, even her breasts started leaking non stop, producing too much milk for them to handle. The overly pregnant woman could feel her nethers throbbing, begging for some release. Almost hyperventilating, the broodmother put her arms around her full to bursting belly, feeling her skin pushing against her palms as she experiences a growth spurt...

"O-Oh g-god, n-no, no, my babies ! OH GOD THAT'S IT, THEY'RE GONNA MAKE ME POOOOOOOP !"

With one big scream, the pregnant woman came hard, so hard she thought she was getting struck with several orgasms at once. Her brain was frying in ecstasy, to the point she was about to faint, black dots appearing and slowly covering her vision. Wiggling desperately in her bed, the orgasming breeder looked about to burst. Geysers of milk sprayed through her nipples, her breasts unable to control her milk production. She was reaching her limits... and then...

A few more seconds passed...

Layla waited for her to either pop or give birth...

But then, everything stopped at once.

"That's perfect my dear... perfect..." her master said, fondling her overstretched pregnant belly.

Layla's orgasm ended. The pregnant woman was wheezing, struggling to breathe. She kept her arms around her belly, as if she was still trying to contain her fecund mass from exploding. Her belly looked ready to rupture at any moment. Her master gave a kiss to one of the new stretch marks that appeared on the front of her baby dome.

"You did well. I'll come back in a few hours for lunch. Rest well my love.~"

He kissed her on the forehead before leaving the room. Layla barely reacted. She stayed there, immobile, trying to recover from her intense orgasm. She really thought this feeding session would put her into labor. It looked like she still had a long way to go...

[hyper-breeding-lover]

Clarissa's pregnancy potion

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(This is such a cliché story, that has been done a million times. Still, I wanted to write one. I liked how it turned out.)

"I finally made it..."

The witch looked at her new potion with sparkling eyes. She had finally done it. Since her childhood, she had this dream... she wanted to become a mother. For all her life, she tried to find the perfect partner for her. But being a witch, it was difficult to have a relationship with a man... actually, any relationship at all. Still, she desperately needed someone. She felt so alone... and she wanted to have a child of her own, a child she could give all the love she couldn't share. Eventually she found a solution. Since she couldn't find a man, she decided to find a way to become pregnant all by herself. After a lot of practice, of learning, of tries and retries... she managed to do it. She created a potion that would make her pregnant. Clarissa took the bottle with the most delicate care, as if it was the most precious thing in the world right now. Which was, to be fair, probably the case for her. She went in her bedroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Clarissa is a five foot tall woman with long, curly brown hair. She was clearly on the curvy side. She was a bit chubby, though pot belly was well hidden by her long, black witch robe. What was more outstanding however were her assets : she carried a full DD chest that showed off with her clothing. Her plump ass was also quite the attention drawer... though she couldn't truly tell, as she was quite excluded from society. Still, she was happy of her natural attractive beauty. She had a cute round face too ! She was quite happy with her body, she knew some witches cheated by giving themselves more attractive bodies via spells, but she didn't need it. And with a body like hers, she knew she was very fertile, and she clearly had the mentality for having children. She had thought about it all her life, she even prepared the baby's room in advance for this moment.

"Alright... here goes nothing..."

Clarissa looked at her bottle with wide open eyes. Her heart was beating hard inside of her chest. She wasn't actually truly sure it worked yet... but she had to try. Only a few gulps, and her dream would become true.

*gulp... gulp... gulp...*

Clarissa put the bottle on her drawer and waited for the changes on her body. She was standing immobile in front of the mirror. Then suddenly... she heard a light gurgle coming from her crotch, followed by a strange heat.

"I-It's working...?"

Clarissa put her hands on her bare belly. She could feel her entire body warning up as it reacted to this fertility potion. Her ovaries were releasing countless of eggs that quickly got impregnated by the magic seeds that popped in her womb. She could FEEL the impregnation happening right now... and she could tell everything was going fast. Her potion WAS working !

"Oh... fuck..."

The witch's eyes opened wide as she saw her belly slowly pushing against her palms. She could see herself GROWING. Her skin was stretching, her womb expanding with the baby that quickly developed within. In a dozen seconds, the witch looked like she had eaten a full thanksgiving meal. She was experiencing discomfort from her quick growth, but still she could feel a strong feeling rising inside of her. A feeling of pleasure. Clarissa could feel the hormones flowing through her body, making each part of her getting more hot and sensitive. She was finally living her biggest fantasy of being a mother... and this was much more pleasurable that she expected.

"W-Wow... t-that's it, yes ! I'm looking SO motherly right now... I'm definitely pregnant !"

Clarissa moaned as she fondled every parts of her curvaceous body. Her breasts had continued to swell, now reaching the size of E cups. They were desperately growing inside of her too tight bra, and the pressure was so intense she could feel two wet spots coming from her nipples. She was lactating ! Her breasts were filling up with so much milk the slightest pressure made them release a long flow of the warm liquid. Clarissa was moaning uncontrollably as she pinched her nipples through the clothing, her body struggling to handle the strong wave of pleasure. She was literally trembling, and her panties were getting wet...

"Holy... wow... who knew getting pregnant felt so good...? My mind is melting from the pleasure..."

The pregnant girl laid on her bed and pulled out her panties before starting to touch herself. Her long loud moans echoed through her room. She looked like an animal in heat, desperate for someone to breed her... in the exception that she was already pregnant. Her bare middle continued expanding as she masturbated, and she could feel it getting on the way as she touched her privates. The pregnant girl looked in awe at her round belly, now so large she looked like she was entering her third trimester. Her heartbeat accelerated.

"F-Fuck, I'm r-really looking pregnant now ! I'm at full term ! I'm finally having my baby ! Being pregnant feels so good !"

Lost in her lust, the pregnant girl furiously masturbated. Her pussy was releasing so much juices she was wetting herself all over. She couldn't handle this much longer. The pregnant girl's voice got louder and louder, her movements more erratics as she approached orgasm. She arched her back, pushing her middle higher into the air until finally :

"FUCK, FUCK, I'M CUMMIIIIIING !"

Maybe it was because of the hormones... or maybe because she was living her biggest fantasies ? In any case, she was experiencing the strongest orgasm of her life. She came and came, squirting all over herself, wetting the sheets with her juices. Her entire body contracted as she screamed in pleasure. Her mind went blank for almost second. She stood immobile for a few seconds, trying to recover from her orgasm. The pregnant girl was breathing heavily.

"H-Holy... shit... *pant*... that was... *pant* t-too good... oooooh..."

The witch put a hand on top of her round middle and looked down on it. She was looking like she was due with one baby. Clarissa giggled. She couldn't wait to see this little bundle of joy... she wondered, since she was the only one conceiving it, how would the baby look like ? A tiny version of herself ? What if it's a boy ? She started imagining what she or he would look like when growing up... she couldn't wait to teach her child all her knowledge, she would teach him how to become a great sorcerer !

"U-Uh...?"

A strange feeling from within her put her out of her reverie. Clarissa slowly moved to a sitting position. She was feeling so heavy... and yet... was she getting heavier ? Looking at her belly, she looked like she was far more than due. Hold on...

"A-Am I still growing ?!?"

Clarissa could feel her skin stretching even more. She was right... she was still growing ! But how ? She was looking so big already... how huge was this baby ? She heard of women going overdue, but even so she was starting to look much more than just overdue... she now looked like she was carrying twins at full term at least !

"Why am I still growing ?!? Why is this happening ?!? I-I can't... oh god something is wrong !"

Her breathing accelerated. She had to do something... she had to understand what was happening to her. The pregnant girl got up off her bed. It was kind of difficult to her since she had to adapt to her new weight and center of gravity, but she managed to get up without hurting herself. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see two distinct bulges coming from her womb. The movement was too erratic to come from only one baby.

"I-I'm having twins ?!? Oh g-god, OOOOOOOH !~"

The pregnant girl was lost in a state of intense arousal. Waves of pleasure flowed through her body as her pregnancy continued, her babies growing bigger. Soon she reached the size of someone pregnant with triplets. The weight of her belly was pulling her forward, so she tried to not loose balance by dragging herself to her bed. On all fours, she could feel her belly starting to push against the sheets.

"N-No... how big.... gnnnnnh !~ how big am I going to get ?!?"

The sensations were overwhelming. She could feel her entire body changing every second. It wasn't just her belly growing and the sensation of life filling her. As her pregnancy advanced, her body started to get accustomed to the new beings growing inside of her. Her breasts started growing even further, pushing tightly against her robe as they filled with milk for her future newborns. She was already busty before, but now her breasts looked like F-cups, and they were still growing ! She moaned as her nipples pressed against the tight clothing. They felt SO full and sensitive... she needed some release now !

"Gnnnh ! Can't wear this anymore...!"

She pulled off her dress, exposing her naked body. She was amazed by how big her breasts looked. They were almost as large as her head ! But it wasn't just her breasts... she could feel hips widening and ass getting larger as well. Panting, Clarissa sat at the edge of the bed, struggling to carry all that weight. She stared at her body. She was BLOWING UP all over. Her asscheeks were big, round and bouncy, making her look like a porn star. She also gained true childbearing hips, perfectly build for her massive pregnancy. Speaking of which... her belly kept growing, making her look like she was carrying quadruplets at full term. The pregnant girl felt a strong kick, and startled, she put a hand on the side of her belly. She felt SO heavy. She could feel the pressure building inside of her. Was she growing too big ? Her belly was feeling tight, and started to get covered with stretch marks. Her babies were so active, they kicked non stop inside of her womb...

"I-I may have overdone it... I'm so pregnant ! I look like I'm carrying a toddler in here ! Ooooh... p-please stop moviiiiiiing...~ i-it's too much...~"

The pregnant girl lifted her massive body to fully rest on the bed. With two big cushions behind her, she stayed in a slight laying back position, her legs wide apart. The pressure and the discomfort of being that heavy, the feeling of life growing inside of her, the movements, her body changing... all of this... she couldn't help but feeling arousal. She couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was the joy of finally becoming a mother... but in any case, this feeling of pure pleasure, pure bliss continued fulfilling her entire body. And the bigger she grew, the more this feeling increased. The girl's breath accelerated as she held her baby boulder, feeling it push against her palms. She was STILL expanding. Her entire belly filled her lap and continued growing forward, forcing her legs to spread even more to get some space. Soon, the pregnant girl felt another flow of activity as the new occupant grew in her womb, putting her current litter to five babies.

"N-No... this is so wrong... OH GOD... I CAN'T STOP GROWIIIIIIING !~ I FEEL LIKE...!"

Clarissa's heartbeat increased tenfolds. This was so intense... she could feel her plump nethers throbbing with need, desperate for release. She tried to reach it with her hand, but found it extremely hard to do because of her baby boulder. She tried rubbing her legs with each other, trying to give herself as much stimulation as she could. She pinched her nipples and closed her eyes, focusing on the pleasure given by her body. She needed to cum. She needed it so bad. Desperately fondling her body, she felt a strong climax approaching closer and closer. She felt SO big. So HEAVY. She could feel her babies growing heavier inside of her, and pushing against her cervix... she felt ready to give birth at any moment, and still she kept growing ! This was insane ! Her body couldn't handle any more babies ! The pregnant girl's moans got louder and louder as she felt the weight of her womb increasing further. She could feel it. The sixth's baby growing inside of her. Her belly started expanding with it's new occupant. The pleasure of having another life growing inside of her womb became the last stimulation she needed to reach climax. She pinched her nipples even harder, causing them to leak some breast milk on herself, and with one last scream of pleasure...

"M-MY BABIES... MY BABIES ARE GONNA MAKE ME COME...!"

Her eyes rolled up to her head as she finally came. Her entire body contracted as she orgasmed hard. It was her second climax as a pregnant woman... she expected her body to become more sensitive because of her pregnancy, but she never thought the orgasms would be that good. She felt like a virgin discovering the joy of sex for the first time again. She needed more... she wanted to experience more it. It was too bad this pregnant had to end soon. She wished she could experience it for more than a few minutes.

"U-Uh...?"

Speaking of ending her pregnancy... she actually expected it to end right now. With her babies being so low, she thought she would be giving birth right now. However, a scary revelation came to her...

She was still growing.

She was. Still. Growing.

(No, no, no, no... I have to do something...)

As much as she loved being pregnant, she was getting scared. She was SO big, how could she still have more babies ? The fertility potion she made was effective... TOO effective. She didn't want to put herself and her babies in any danger. With as much willpower as she could, she summoned her magic spell book. She had to find a way to end the effects of the potion somehow. She COULDN'T get any bigger than that. She desperately searched through spells and incantations, trying to find out how to end her ever growing pregnancy. She didn't. There was NOTHING.

"T-This book is useless ! Oooooooh ! And why... why does it FEEL SO GOOD ?!?"

She could feel the pleasure consuming her once more. Now carrying septuplets, there was alway at least one baby kicking inside of her, making her moan loudly. She felt like a freak, getting pleasure from her babies... but she couldn't help it... feeling them kicking inside of her, showing how ALIVE they were, made her feel a sensation of fulfillment. She was not just having babies, she was GOOD at having them, too good, so good that she could grow LITTERS inside of her womb... and big ones as well. She had to be one of, if not THE most pregnant woman EVER... and this thought drove her crazy. She wanted to feel more of this. She NEEDED to feel herself growing even larger, to see how many babies she could grow in her womb... how impossibly fertile she was...

(No... no... I c-can't think about this... I'm already too pregnant, this HAS to stop ! It has too... there's too many, there's too many growing inside of me ! I can't give birth to all of them ! They're... they're...!)

The pregnant girl felt her belly tightening up even more. She could feel it... her eighth's baby. She was doing it... she was about to have octuplets ! She couldn't believe it... her body was the embodiment of fertility, she was putting every other mothers to shame ! She was producing more babies at once than most mothers in their lives ! Her eyes rolled up to her head, as she completely embraced her growth, and with one final scream... she surrendered.

"I WANT TO HAVE MORE BABIES !~ OH GOD, I WANT TO FEEL THEM COMING OUT OF ME SO BADLY ! I WANT TO BECOME A MOTHEEEEEEEER ! I'M CUMMIIIIIIIIIING !~"

Her entire body started shaking as she experienced the strongest orgasm in her life. The pregnant girl's voice shrieked as she felt struck by several climaxes at once. She felt like her brain was frying from the intense pleasure. Suddenly, like two water hose, milk started to spray from her nipples, messing her body and bed with liquid. Her babies were kicking non stop inside of her, making her belly bulge impossibly like an alien movie. After what felt like an eternity, the pregnant girl's orgasm finally faded, and her cries finally stopped. She had almost fainted. It took her a moment to fully regain her senses. A strong kick from her brood reminded her of her situation. She was still impossibly pregnant, and growing bigger and bigger...

(N-Nooooooo...! pleaaaaaase... if this continues... I'll go crazyyyyyyyy..!)

How could she have screwed up so badly ? She had totally ruined herself ! Her body was so massive, her body was more baby than woman at this point ! She couldn't do anything... she felt like a slave to her own body, who couldn't stop gestating more and more babies. The more she looked at herself, the more she felt like a womb and nothing else. She could barely think anymore. She could barely move. It was as if her body stopped functioning for her to only focus on developping her brood. It was as if her own existence was fading. The few thoughts she had for herself were lost under layers and layers of thoughts for her growing litter. And with it, only one feeling remained.

Pleasure.

(I can't believe iiiiiiiiiit... I'm so full of babies... so pregnant... I can't stop making more, more and more babiiiiiiies ! I can't wait to meet you aaaaaaaaall, my children... I want to feed you... I want to cuddle you, and give you all my looooooove !)

Clarissa's mind was lost in a complete state of ecstasy. A mix of carnal pleasure combined with an overflow of hormones and her life long dream of becoming a mother. The euphoria was so much for her brain, that no longer felt fear nor the danger this extreme pregnancy put her into.

(Your kicking feel so goooood... but you have to come out nooooow ! I'll become the perfect mooooooom... and then... and then...! I'll keep giving you more siblings to play with ! Over... and over... and over...)

She thought, fondling her fecund mass. She could no longer keep her hands out of it. She had become truly enormous. Her belly looked like it was holding a fully grown person with plenty of space left. It sticked out as far as her toes, and spreaded more than one foot on her sides. The highest point of her monument of fertility also reached her eye level. She was so impossibly large her belly pushed her breasts closer to her face, hiding most of her view. Her maternal dome was writhing with the movements of her overcrowded unborns, easily visible from the surface. She had stopped counting how many were inside of her. Ten ? Eleven ? Twelve ? She could not longer tell, her womb teeming with active life non stop. Her skin was tight and filled with wide and red stretch marks, with veins popping out on the front. The pressure was intense. It looked like her womb was about to rupture at any moment. But still, she didn't care, her mind completely lost in this never ending pleasure. She wanted... no, she NEEDED this. The thought of giving birth to more and more babies was getting engraved in her mind. She was losing herself because of this pregnancy. This wasn't about becoming a mother anymore. She needed to make babies. She needed to keep producing children in her womb, no matter the cost. She was going crazy. If this kept going like this, she would become nothing but an incubator, a baby factory which's only purpose was bringing lives into the world.

(Just a little more babiiiiiies...! I need mooooore...! Bigger...! More-)

*SPLOOOOOOOOOSH !*

As soon as that sound came, her thoughts ended suddenly. And as if someone turned a switch on, the pregnant girl's mind was finally free from the euphoria she was stuck into. She could finally think properly, and at this moment she realised her condition. How... how big did she get ? She couldn't even see her full size, her belly and breasts hiding the view in front of her. However, she could feel how dense she was. But more importantly, she felt the pressure applying on her cervix, and the wet feeling between her legs. The realisation suddenly came to her.

She had gone into labor.

[hyper-breeding-lover]

Just a baby factory

WARNING : This story contains dark themes such as captivity, master/slave relationship, mind break and extreme pregnancy.

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She was basically an immobile baby factory. No woman should have such enormous mammaries and massive rack, let alone be so ridiculously pregnant. Her breasts bouced on top of her fecund mass and her fattened thighs were constantly rubbing against each other at every movements.

With such a fertile body, how could her captor resist her appeal ? He had to kidnap her of course, and turn her into his breeding bitch.

To be fair, he didn't expect it to be that easy. After only one dose of aphrodisiac and fertility drugs, she was already done for. Perhaps he had gone a little too far. The girl became drunk on hormones before even her first pregnancy, so it was no wonders he managed to break her will only one breeding session. There was no way she could escape her now, not after the treatment she gave her. The pregnant girl was too far gone, too far broken from the overflowing pleasure that nourished her body during the entirety of her pregnancy. Her condition left her completely moronic, she was nothing more than a broodslut, a cow, a vessel used to carry more and more of her master's babies. She didn't care about her dangerous condition. She couldn't even comprehend the limits she was being pushed through with this pregnancy.

The pregnant girl's womb looked like it was about to burst with babies. Teeming with life, her baby bump was filled with veins and stretch marks that went from her sides to her belly button. This wasn't her first litter though. In her first pregnancy she carried quintuplets, in her second octuplets and in her third a whopping total of 12 babies, making her not only break the world record of the largest amount of babies birthed, but also the heaviest pregnancy ever carried. And right now, she would break this record again. She was more than ripe, pregnant with a litter of 18 overdue babies that were more than 9 pounds each. Her fertile mound had grown so large and wide it looked like she was carrying a full grown adult inside of her. She was resting on her enormous baby boulder that rested on the mattress, her feet leaving the floor, leaving her completely stuck on top of her massive fecundity. Because of her weight, she needed her captor's help to do anything. Eating, go to the bathroom, showering... and satisfying her sexual urges. Because of the treatments and regimen she received from her master, the pregnant slave was put under a constant horny state. She needed to orgasm at least twice a day, and desperately needed to feel her womb getting filled with her rapist's cum. She didn't care about anything else at all, her mind barely able to process her other needs. She had been turned into nothing more than cattle, her life resuming in : eating, sleeping, having sex. Every day.

Right after she gives birth to this litter, her impregnator plans to breed her again. He loved breeding her little pet. He loved feeling his baby factory getting bigger and fuller of life each day. The man tried his best to make her as big as possible by increasing her fertility drug's doses, giving her excess growth and calories supplement for her babies to grow big and large...

"M-Master....~ need...~ to cum...~"

The lust filled girl was in a orgasming haze, barely able to pronounce full sentences as her mind and body kept trying to process what was happening with her extreme pregnancy. The poor girl had received so many drugs that her modified body became a huge mess barely able to fonction on its own. She was in a critical condition : her immense belly was full to bursting with babies begging to be born, however she was feeling such intense pleasure that the sensation of pain was completely dillued. As for her body, despite being pushed to the extreme limits, it had become so ridiculously fertile that it could not fight against the effects of the drugs, forcing her belly to get bigger, even though it already struggled to handle this dangerous pregnancy naturally. Her captor knew he was going too far. But still, he wanted to see how far he could push the limits of his little breeder. That's why he kept doing everything he could to keep his pet's body healthy while putting it under more and more treatments, pushing the limits of her little girl every day.

"Alright my little cow, you've been doing so good lately ! You deserve a little treat...~"

"Hurrayyyy !~"

The abducted girl giggled happily and opened her mouth. Her master gave her one of her favorite treat, a special pill she only gave on certain occasions when she did well carrying his babies. Immediately, the pregnant girl's head started spinning as her brain suddenly experienced a strong wave of pleasure.

"Ooooooh...~ yeeeeeessshhhh !~"

The cow felt her pussy lips getting hotter, juices gushing from her nethers. The overly pregnant girl stared at her captor with intense lust, her pupils dilated and she started begging.

"Pleeeeash.... I need... your cuuuuuum...~ I want more, more, moooore babiiiiies...~"

"Ooooow, you know I can't resist you when you're acting like this...~"

The rapist approached his little cow from behind. Her plump asscheeks, which grew immensely her pregnancy, were barely contained by the thin cow bikini costume she was wearing. They were more like a thong right now, the fabric pressing tightly against her moist folds.

"Oooh, no wonder you're even hornier... look at this... it seems I'll have to bring you a larger cow costume ! You've become so much bigger everywhere, even your tits are showing through your bra... don't worry my dear, I'll free you from this painful pleasure...~"

Her captor pulled out the girl's panties, drown with her juices, before groping her massive mammaries from behind. The cow girl squealed in pleasure, her oversensitive breasts spraying milk from the rough stimulation. Her mammaries have grown enormous too, each tit as big as her own head, and they didn't seem to have grown to their full sizes yet. The captor pulled off the cow's bra, messed with the white liquid, leaving the girl completely naked.

"Now... get ready...~"

The male pulled off his pants, showing his huge erection. The pregnant girl was breathing heavily in anticipation. Her entire body shivered as she felt the tip of her master's cock rub against her folds. The pregnant girl moaned loudly, her legs shaking uncontrollably from the male's teasing. Then, after a few seconds and without any warning, the captor inserted his cock inside of his cow slut.

"AAAAAAAAAH !~"

The expecting girl screamed at the top of her lungs as she immediately experienced a strong orgasm. Her body was struck by a wave of heat, followed by violent kickings of her numerous babies, startled by their mother's sudden scream. As the pregnant cow came, a strong flow of milk came out of her two oversized breasts, messing the bed and herself. The male breeder let his little cock warmer a few seconds to recover from her orgasm before moving his cock in a slow, constant rythm.

"Hmmmm, yes, that's it... fuck, despite being so pregnant you're still so tight around my cock !"

"Aaaaah !~ M-Mas- OOOOH !~"

Between the the drugs, the strong wave of emotions and the feeling of her oversensitive vagina getting pounded, the girl's mind was stuck in a never ending loop of pleasure. The sensations were too much for her damaged brain. Right now, she was nothing more than a sex doll, barely moving, barely talking, only moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Aaaah...!~ yeeees...!~ Mooooore... more cum...! More babiiiiies... pregnancy... need b-birth... and breed... again and again, again, again, again !~"

The master's thrusts became faster and stronger. His little slut knew how to please him. She was shaking her hips in rythm with him, begging to get more his dangerous seed filling her insides. It was as if she was begging for her own destruction. This was too erotic for the impregnator who could feel his orgasm approaching fast. He pounded his pregnant slut in loud wet slaps that made her overblown breasts and asscheeks jiggle. The pregnant girl's brain was frying from the pleasure as she could feel every part of her body being stimulated at the same time. Her pussy contracted around her master's cock, who was pushing more and more against her cervix. After a few more poundings, the master went one thrust too far. Going balls deep inside of his cow, the male's cock forcefully penetrated her slave's cervix, entering her babies' room.

"I'm cumming !"

The male groaned and finally orgasmed inside of his pet. The expecting girl could feel her womb burning up as it filled with his semen. Her oversensitive body couldn't handle it anymore and she orgasmed together with her master.

"I'M CUUUMMIIIIIIIINGGHHH !"

The slave's voice shrieked as she squirted again and again on her master's cock, her body getting struck with consecutive orgasms. Her entire body was shaking, struggling to handle the absurd amount of pleasure. Her mind was going blank and her eyes rolled up to her head while she smiled crazily, her entire being getting consumed by her own lust.

*SPLOOOOOOOOSH !*

A loud wet sound came from behind her. Her master pulled her cock out of her pussy. The pregnant girl could feel a large wetness flowing down her crotch. Her water had broken. Barely realising it, the lust-drunk girl's started pushing, reacting instinctively. She didn't even have the time to recover from her orgasm. Her babies were moving down fast, she was having them NOW. Her master gave her spasming belly a loud slap. He was proud of his little cow girl. He couldn't wait to put another litter inside of her.

"Hurry up and give birth to them. I want to put the next batch inside of you tonight."

[hyper-breeding-lover]

A fairy's birth

(warning : this story contains a hugely pregnant fairy giving birth to a human baby. Some wholesomess and sexual birth incoming.)

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"I CAN'T GIVE BIRTH TO THIS !!! IT'S GOING TO RIP ME OPEN !!!"

The little fairy screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the house. It's been almost a full 24 hours since her baby had started crowning, and she barely made any progress. The baby's head was stuck at her birth canal, with no possibility to push it out. The poor fairy was in pain, exhausted, and at the brink of fainting from all her efforts. She knew since the beginning it wouldn't be easy to carry the baby of her human husband, but she didn't expect it to be THIS hard. Her pregnant belly had been keeping her confined in her bed during the entirety of her last trimester. It had grown so large it was as big as the rest of her, and surely heavier. Each baby movements were visible from the surface of her tight skin. How was he supposed to pass through her birth canal ? Even after using her magic powder to reduce the pain and make her body stretchier, she felt nowhere near the end. Every hour or so, she kept re-using this magic. Right now, she started to feel some side effects. Her mind was getting fuzzy, the overdose of powder acting like a drug that put her in a trance.

"TOO BIG... TOO BIG... I'M GOING TO FUCKING BURST !!!"

"Here, I think I found a solution !"

Her husband said, holding a book titled "Procreation with other species" in his hand. He was at the part of the birth section.

"Alright, so if I guess this right... to help you giving birth I'll have to give you uh... another sort of stimuli...?"

"WHATEVER IT IS, JUST DO IT PLEASE !!! I CAN'T HOLD THIS BABY ANYMORE !!!"

The husband got closer to the fairy's vagina. The head of the baby was bulging so much her legs were forced to be spread apart. His hand wet to her privates and started slowly rubbing the fairy's pussy, which made her startle.

"W-What are you doing ?!?"

"Focus on what I'm doing, alright ? Just relaaaaax..."

The fairy groaned, and closed her eyes to try and focus on whatever he was doing. The man continued rubbing her lover's vagina with tender care, then started Circling around it and the massive bulge created by the results of their love. The mini girl could feel a sensation of pleasure flowing through her body and her pussy started getting wet by something other than her broken water. Slowly but surely, the pleasure started to overwrite the pain. She bit her lip, this time from the pleasure alone.

"Come on baby. You're doing great. You can do it, I know you will."

The fairy's breath accelerated as her husband continued rubbing her privates in a delicate manner. She could feel an orgasm approaching. Short moans escaped the pregnant girl's mouth, who was getting overwhelmed from the mixed feelings. So much pleasure, so much pressure, so much heaviness... and so much happiness for coming to term with this pregnancy, after carrying her husband's baby for so long. She wanted to see it. The result of their love.

"COME ON SWEETIE, PUSH !"

"GGGGNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAH !❤️"

With newfound strength, the fairy managed to push, forcing her small entrance to widen until the head of the baby was out. There was so much pressure on her lower body she couldn't close her legs anymore. She continued pushing and pushing, feeling like her pussy tearing out, until inch by inch, the shoulder's baby came out, then the torso, the hips... in that one big push that lasted forever, the baby was completely out.

"You... You did it sweetie. You did it."

The fairy, was struggling not to lose consciousness. Tears were down her face. She was so tired. She had used all of her strength... but still, she smiled as she looked at her husband holding their baby. A new life was starting from now on... and she couldn't be happier. With a weak voice, she answered to her husband...

"I love you..."

[heavywithmybabies]

Engineered Fertility - Intro

(WARNING: Contains extreme pregnancy / hyper pregnancy, forced sex, and brief descriptions of birth)

Bonnie felt hot tears beginning to slide down her slightly chubby cheeks. She couldn’t get off the toilet. She sat there heavily and completely naked, trying to fight back the rampant emotions. She grabbed the custom-made hand rails on either side of her, breathing in deep measured breaths. Her arms were trembling. Panicked thoughts raced in her head. She couldn’t get up on her own. She was stuck. Helpless. Pathetic. “Look at you” a bitter voice whispered inside her head. “Look at what you’ve become. Look at what you’ve done to yourself you stupid bitch.” She was acutely aware of the perspiration clinging to her hyper sensitive skin. She felt beads of sweat rolling down her ample sides from her armpits. She was still sweating from getting to the bathroom in the first place. She pushed all the negative thoughts out of her mind as best she could, and regained her focus.

“You can do this.” She told herself. “You will not let yourself be trapped in the bathroom until a nurse comes. You are still you. You are still strong.” She planted her feet on the cold tiled floor. Summoning her strength, she commanded her legs to respond. She gripped the handle bars tighter and began lifting herself. Her strained hips whined in protest. Her massive thighs trembling as she exerted herself. She clenched her jaw and began to make animal like noises as she fought. She felt her posterior lifting up from the toilet seat. She was now flexing almost every muscle she had. She wouldn’t let them see her like this. She couldn’t. Rage began to course through her. Rage at the world. Rage at how unfairly life had treated her. Rage at the facility’s doctors and techs. They had promised she would be fine. That she would finally have what she had always longed for most. That she could finally feel complete and whole. The desperate longing and aching in her heart would finally stop. They said…

`           “Fuck youuuuuuu” She hissed as she felt herself finally begin to stand. Her body was shaking and sweating again, but she was nearly there. “Fuck all of you” she growled and pushed herself as hard as she could to fully rise up. She finally stood. She took in deep lungsful of air. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was thankful she could only see from the shoulders up in this one. She was sweating heavily and there was no denying how utterly exhausted she looked. She was still pretty with a unique face. Her dark eyes taking in her appearance. Her naturally curly dark hair looked even thicker than the last time she saw it. She knew it had grown insanely long, she could feel it brush against the small of her poor aching back. She could still see that “glow” about her. And she felt the deep rage rise again and turn inwards.

“And most of all, fuck you Bonnibel.” She spat out at her reflection. She didn’t see how attractive she was anymore. All she saw were the faults. Only recognizing her own sense of ugliness. Her face had gotten even fatter. The horrible voice inside her returned. “Look at that fat fucking face. No wonder Kyle left you. Ugly. Stupid. BARREN bitch!” She violently told the voice to shut up. To leave her alone. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of this. She was smart enough to know that awful voice was just her own self-hatred coming out because of what she had become. So much hate for what she had let herself become. Deep down though, she knew that awful thing talking to her was partially correct though. Kyle had left because they couldn’t have kids. Or more to the point, SHE couldn’t have children. One of the babies shifted in her belly and she immediately began to softly rub the area to try and soothe the child. Praying that it would stay asleep. That they all would stay asleep. It was painful and so overwhelming when they all began to move. “I couldn’t have children.” She thought bitterly. “Well look at me now Kyle. Hope I’m woman enough now.” She had to fight back the urge to let out a hateful little laugh. She sighed and readied herself. Gently she wrapped both of her arms under her belly to try and hold up the awful weight. It was time for the next part of the endurance challenge. It was time to get back into bed. She slowly heaved herself forward and left the bathroom.

Bonnie was waddling at this point. Even then, referring to it as waddling was being generous. She could barely maintain her center of balance as she cradled her belly, trying to ignore the deep grooves of fresh stretch marks on the underside. She took one slow step at a time. Barely lifting her feet off the ground, she plodded along awkwardly. She didn’t want to look up or around the room so she kept her focus on the bed. It was in a semi standing position now for her. She wasn’t physically capable of getting up and on the bed anymore so she had to put it on a full incline every time she needed to get up. Like many of the things in her room, it was also custom made for her. Bonnie could only imagine how much a custom king-sized hospital bed had cost to make. She felt a small bit of gratitude for Dr. Stern. When it came to Bonnie and her babies, he didn’t spare any expense. She hated how much of her life was now spent on that bed…… gestating…… but she couldn’t deny it was clearly made to be as comfortable for her as possible. She took another clumsy step towards her objective when suddenly the lights came on in the room. She started to blink in response to the light and couldn’t stop herself from looking around. She turned her head to the left in confusion and immediately realized what a huge mistake she made.

The East side wall of the room had floor to ceiling mirrors. She had pleaded with Dr. Stern to have them removed, just in case something like this would happen. Clearly who ever had designed the room was thinking about how happy the expectant mommies would be as they could watch their own progress. Joyfully observing their own cute baby bumps. The designers probably never intended the mirrors to reflect a never-ending horror movie.  Bonnie saw her full reflection as she stood there naked. The shame and misery washed over her completely. A low pitiful moan escaped from her lips and the tears really did come full force then. She couldn’t stop herself from breathing in deep from her diaphragm in between the tears and it made her swollen stomach ache with the motion.

           Before this nightmare had started, she had been a very pear-shaped young woman. Growing up she had been very self-conscious of herself as her hips flared out big and wide. She had cried many times over how thick her thighs were as a teenager. Praying none of the other girls would mock her for her rather large and ample posterior. She had never been fat, but just slightly chubby. Her breasts a modest B cup. As she grew older and found men who were very attracted to her figure, she began to embrace herself. It took a long time and lot of work with her own therapist, but she had finally gotten comfortable in her own skin. After the third time Kyle and her had sex, they held each other close in bed sweating and happy. He had confessed that he was in love with her body. He couldn’t get enough. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” She asked half-jokingly. She had expected him to say how much he loved her big juicy ass, something dumb and typical any guy would say thinking it was sexy. Instead he smiled and said “You look like you were meant to have babies.” The comment stopped her cold in her tracks. All her life she wanted to be a mother more than anything. But it was not an easy task finding a boyfriend her age that also wanted a family. She just looked at him at a loss for words. He leaned over and kissed her deeply before saying “Yeah. And you are going to be beautiful carrying mine.” She knew she was in love that moment. But that was all before the marriage. The pressure. The desire to start a family. To have a piece of him growing inside her. The yearning they both seemed to ache from. It was before the consultations. Before the tests. Before her world was shattered, and then laid to waste when Kyle left. Before Dr. Stern. Before the procedures and modifications…. before, This….

Now, Bonnie was monstrously pregnant. Again. And she could feel she was close to giving birth for the fourth time. All the babies she carried were huge, just like the last horrific pregnancy. Only she wasn’t carrying 7 this time around. She was nearly bursting with 10. At her last weigh in, she was nearly 273 pounds. That was almost a month ago and she had definitely grown bigger since. She stared at herself in utter shame and disbelief. Her tiny feet and ankles painfully swollen, leading up to her large muscular calves and above that, her almost impossibly thick thighs. They had grown massive in muscle size to support herself, but they were also buried under layers of thick paddings of fat. She never had any sort of thigh gap, but now they were obese thick tree trunks, fighting one another for space as she moved.

Her wide hips were now abominable in size. It had been utter agony when she first felt them grow and change in response to her mutated body, she had watched in terror as they continued to grow and become wider. She had asked one of the nurses to measure them. Just once. That was during the second unbelievable pregnancy. When the nurse told her, they were 70 inches in the softest voice possible, Bonnie decided to never ask for measurements ever again. Now they were “perfect” to cradle and birth a literal litter of babies. They ached constantly and were marked with deep red stretch marks. Behind her sore gargantuan birthing hips, her ass had gotten colossal. Her cheeks almost exploding out of her backside into elephantine masses of muscle and blubber. She could actually feel the weight of her cumbrous ass every time she waddled forward. Bonnie despised her immense ass but she was also slightly grateful it almost acted as a counterweight to her ghastly maternal swelling in front.

Her once smaller breasts were now mammoth heavy throbbing sacs. Bloated masses of plump swollen flesh, corpulent with milk for her seemingly never-ending brood. Bonnie thought she was imagining things during the first pregnancy, but now on her fourth round, she could actually hear the sloshing of warm sweet liquid in her fleshy water melon sized tits that sat resting on her belly. A roadmap of veins in her pale skin could be seen just under the surface, leading down to her hurting engorged nipples. Her nipples used to be small, pink nubs budding from her breasts. Bonnie used to think they were cute and perfect for her. Now, her areolas were upsettingly large, dark reddish-brown masses taking up almost a quarter of her bust. Her actual nipples had grown thick, long, and rubbery. They jutted out of her aggressively, demanding attention. It didn’t matter how she felt, they were always painfully erect now and constantly dribbled milk. The pressure behind her sore meaty nipples was nearly unbearable. The staff members on her team had to pump her milk nearly every two hours. Even then, she would sometimes be reduced to a crying mess over how much they hurt her. Early on in this pregnancy, Dr. Stern installed a new pumping device right above her bed. Two long plastic tubes connected to suction cups were dangling within arm’s reach for her. Sometimes, the only source of pleasure she felt was when she was hooked up and released some of the awful pressure within her breasts. The process of being milked was alien to her after she gave birth to first batch of heavy babies. Once she got in rhythm with it, she enjoyed her tiny relief from her tender aching body. In truth, she had let herself become slightly obsessed with it and fetishized the act. There were many times when she had fallen asleep to the sounds of the pumps, cooing to herself in small pleasure. Her rampant hormones would take control and she would have reoccurring dreams of Kyle gentle latched on to her breasts and feeding from her. Bonnie would wake from these dreams soaking wet between her monstrous thighs. Desperate for attention and love, almost starving for sexual release. It led to impotent frustration the further along she got in each pregnancy. She was so big now she couldn’t reach possibly hope to reach her sopping wet vagina.

Bonnie took all of this in as she stared at herself and her grotesque pregnant body. She felt salty tears streaming down her face as she wept in a cocoon of complete disgust and fearsome shame. Of all of her freakish maternity, Bonnie’s belly was by far the worst of it. Her parturient belly hung off of her frame, drooping low and painfully swollen with the growing lives inside of her. Her unmanageable and copious mass seemed to dominate every aspect of her physical body. The tightly pulled skin of her belly was a mess of veins and deep angry tiger stripes. Her belly button had popped some time ago but it was at the mercy of the growing mass. It now looked like a golf ball cut in half as it jutted out of her stomach. She was so close to giving birth, you could almost see the outlines of some of the baby’s bodies growing inside her fecundity.  There was no possible way a regular woman could physically handle such a nightmarish pregnancy. But “Thankfully” her body had been reshaped and repurposed for this.

As if this wasn’t enough, barely visible under her hulking gravid belly, her sex was abnormally swollen as well. Bonnie’s vagina bulged out between her thighs. She had developed a slight abundance of fat on her pelvic mound giving her a small extra hump under her belly. The increase in blood flow to her nethers resulted in her lips becoming weighty and thick. The closer Bonnie got to giving birth, her pussy would become excessively wet….. and it had only gotten worse with each pregnancy. She could feel her weighty cunt dripping down her hefty thighs as it throbbed for attention. Her clit had grown appallingly large and engorged, practically sticking out of the top of her vagina like a firm little nub. She did her best to avoid it all together when she was this far gone in the pregnancy. The slightest of brushes could set it off and she would lay there helpless and wanting. Like she was nothing more than an emotional, sex starved turtle on its back. The irony wasn’t lost on her. It seemed extra cruel that she was flooded with excessive hormones, starved for physical relief, loving attention and she couldn’t even reach her fat pussy to play with herself. But deep down she knew it was more than that. It was more than just being tremendously horny….. She wanted someone to want her. To feel needed. To be loved and cared for. Instead she felt disgusting. Her self -hatred for her own body felt endless. She felt so alone and scarred. Obese and hideous with pregnancy. She was a prisoner in a body that wasn’t even hers anymore. She was nothing more than an immense mass of fertility and reproduction. She truly was the ultimate baby factory.

           All of these horrible thoughts rushed through her head as she stood there crying. The immense weight of the elephantine pregnancy causing her swollen feet and ankles to scream for relief. She let out a loud wail, full of suffering, anger, and despair. Her colossal fecund belly heaving up and down as she bawled. As if on cue, a few of the babies started to respond to the movement and their mothers’ anguish. “guuuuh” She gasped in between tears as they began to move, searching for any extra space in her burdened womb. Kicking and flailing in distress. Her painful milk filled udders began to leak indecently. “I’m a fucking freak!!” she screamed and sobbed.

It was then she heard one of the medical carts bumping against a wall behind her. She turned as fast as her immense expectant body would let her. Standing in the corner of her room was Michael Thompson. Or at least the thing that used to be Michael Thompson was standing there. The sight of him in her room sobered her thoughts instantly. The vast ocean of misery she felt was replaced by something worse. Panic and an almost animalistic sense of danger that seemed to wash over her completely. “Michael” She said sniffling a little from crying so much. “How did you get in my room?”

           The simple-minded creature that was once a man stared at her without emotion. He was only wearing loose fitting basketball shorts that hung off his well-defined hips. Bonnie noticed he was not only more muscular but extremely lean. He looked like he was sculpted out of marble. His impressive physique seemed to clash with his baby face. Despite his chiseled Adonis like body, he still looked like he had the face of a young boy. “Michael, where are your friends?” Bonnie asked in a gentle and soothing voice. She had learned that in his current state, Michael responded best to her when she used soft and comforting tones. He clearly recognized her as a maternal figure. Which made perfect sense since she was the mother to his horde of offspring. Michael didn’t respond and simply stared at Bonnie. “Where’s Terry and Ian? I thought you liked it when they come with you to visit me?” She smiled weakly at Michael trying to hold his focus. Terry and Ian were Michael’s handlers. His mental state had deteriorated so badly over the span of her latest pregnancy that they had to accompany Michael everywhere he went in the facility and outside on the island. It had gotten so bad that they had to put that awful electric collar around his neck to try and keep him controlled. “The collar!” Bonnie’s eyes went wide thinking about it. They had given her a control device in case any kind of emergency should happen. Exactly like this. “It’s awful late, big guy.” She said in a measured voice. “The babies and I are very, very sleepy. I bet your awful sleepy too?” As she spoke to him she tried to survey the room just using her eyes. She had to find the control device. It was the only thing that might get her out of this situation. “You wanna go back to your room and cuddle up in your nice big bed Michael?” She saw the control and her heart sank. It was on the bedside table furthest from her, right near the nurse call button on the side of her bed. Michael could grab her before she even stood a chance of getting it. “How fast can I even move now?” she worried. She didn’t have any other options. She kept her eyes locked with Michael’s to try and keep him focused as she slowly took a heavy step towards the bed.

           “Why Bonnie cry?” Michael asked. “Oh God- he can’t even form sentences anymore.” Bonnie thought to herself as she slowly slid her other foot forward to cover the distance. She could literally feel her blood pumping painfully through her swollen ankles. “I’m just… a little sad right now. I’ll be ok. I promise.” She said trying to sound reassuring. “Why sad?” Michael asked in …..concern? Curiosity? It was impossible to tell what emotions he was feeling anymore. Bonnie suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pity for him. Michael was looking at her with sad, puppy dog eyes. For a brief moment she could almost see the man he used to be.

Michael “Mike” Thompson had arrived at the island when she had. She wouldn’t deny that she was more than a little attracted to him when they met. He was tall (most men were compared to Bonnie who only stood 5’4) and had broad shoulders with huge, strong hands. Men’s hands had been a weakness of hers. He must have felt some sort of attraction as well, because he had zeroed in on her and introduced himself. She had not come to the facility with any intentions of meeting someone. In truth she was still too heartbroken over Kyle. As it turned out, Michael was extremely understanding. He had also gone through something very similar when he found out his swimmers were almost non-existent and usually dead on arrival. Bonnie could tell it hurt him deeply, but despite it, he was charming with an incredible sense of humor, devastating sarcasm, and a healthy overdose of goofiness. The pair had become fast friends and wound up supporting each other during all the tests and procedures. That’s how she ended up in his room after the final operation. They were idly chatting the evening away and talking about their plans once they returned to the real world in a few days. As usual, Michael had her laughing so hard she couldn’t stop herself from snorting. It annoyed her to no end, but Michael thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. She suspected he found it terribly cute. He was halfway through telling her a very involved story about breaking his leg in a cheap strip club when she suddenly felt herself cramping in her stomach. The pain was over quickly but she was dumbfounded over what had caused it. She was nowhere near her period. She didn’t have long to think about it, as Michael suddenly stood up from the chair he had pulled up to her bed. He shot up like something had bitten him in the ass and cried out “Fuck!” Before she could ask what was wrong, her whole body started to shake. She felt like an electric current was going through her and she took quick shallow breaths. Without warning, her nipples became erect. Painfully so. “JESUS!” she cried out herself as she started ripping her own top off. The fabric of her bra felt like sandpaper rubbing her raw. As she desperately fumbled with the back of her tormenting bra, she heard Michael moan. “Hot – so fucking hot.” He muttered to himself. Bonnie looked at him and he was sweating profusely. “Something’s wrong” she said as she finally freed her hyper sensitive breasts. Her hands went to her nipples almost on their own. “OOOHHH” she groaned out as she contacted her own flesh. Bonnie clenched her thighs together instinctively as she felt herself suddenly getting wet. It was like every nerve in her body was alive and singing. “what is that?” Michael asked, gaining her attention. “oh-oh my” she stammered looking at him. He stood before her completely nude and sweating. He kept rolling his head around and flexing his arms as his semi-erect penis was on full display. He was about an average size, he didn’t possess a porn star dick or anything, but it was a perfect size for Bonnie. What she preferred in fact. She couldn’t stop licking her lips. Her mouth felt full of saliva. “What is that?” Michael asked looking at her. “What is that smell?” She had no idea what he was talking about. She got on her knees on the bed to look around for whatever Michael was talking about, and she suddenly smelled it herself. A deep, musky scent seemed to permeate the room. She recognized her own smell. She felt almost drugged, like she wasn’t really in the room anymore.

She heard herself say “It’s ok it’s just my – my”  

“Your cunt.” Michael said in a deep voice. “I can smell your cunt”

She looked down and was in numb disbelief. When had she gotten out of her yoga pants and her panties? Her inner thighs were soaking in her own juices. She could feel her heartbeat in her pussy. She never felt an aching need like this before. A savage and deep hunger that went through her whole body, emanating from her core. Empty, she thought. It hurts to be this empty. She looked back At Michael as he got on the bed. His cock was visibly throbbing. Dripping glistening pre-cum.

That was the last Thing she could remember from that night. The night she first got pregnant by him. 9 months later she gave painful birth to quads.

“Why sad?” Michael asked again. Bonnie was only a few feet away from her bed. So god damned close to the control button. She wanted to run for it. But there was no way she could physically do it. She was so massive and heavy with pregnancy. She had to fight away the animal like panic inside of her. “I’m just a little uncomfortable Mike.” She said with a nervous smile. She could feel herself sweating again. “I’m just really, really pregnant with the babies.” Michael broke away from Bonnie’s gaze. His eyes began to wander all over her swollen teeming body. “My babies.” He said in a faraway voice. The panic in Bonnie was starting to gain control now. Only a little bit further to her bed. To call for help. “That’s right buddy.” She said as her voice wavered. “They’re going to be here awful soon – “

“Bonnie naked.” Michael said without emotion.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Bonnie took another step forward. Her thighs were on fire from holding herself up. “I’m really tired Michael. I think I better go to sleep.” She could hear Michael start to breathe heavily. “Bonnie tits so big…” She looked toward him and saw that his basketball shorts were moving. She looked down and saw the head of his enormous mutated penis almost at knee level. His cock was starting to strain against his shorts. “Michael, I need to sleep- “she tried to say and suddenly felt hot all over her immense body. She felt her face flush and she tried to control her breathing. “No” She thought “Please, please, please not now. Not like this.”  “Bonnie so big” Michael said and peeled his basketball shorts off. “Like Bonnie big” Michael continued “So big…. big with babies “Bonnie wanted to look away but she was a prisoner in her excessive fertile body. Her cunt had needs that she wanted no part of. “Michael, please- I’m going to give birth soon. Please. You don’t want to hurt your babies, do you?” now that it was free, Michael’s mammoth cock began to strain in the air. Bonnie’s swollen crotch started to throb. Her vagina let go of a rush of fluid. She recognized the smell of her own arousal. Michael started to slowly rub his thick pulsing length. Bonnie started moving her unbearable mass as fast as she could. She felt her own juices falling out of her engorged fat pussy. With each lumbering step it sounded like someone was wringing out a sponge. “Michael, please, please no. I’m too big. You’re too big. You’ll hurt me” His cock throbbed and spat out a thick rope of his seed as he started crossing towards her, full of intent. His testicles were bloated and distended. There was plenty of more cum where that came from. Bonnie knew it from experience. A lot more.

Bonnie couldn’t fight the fear anymore. She started to make a run for it. Her hips roared in protest and she felt herself began to topple over before she even started. She was able to grab her own bed sheets as she desperately reached out for anything to find purchase with. She braced herself for impact when suddenly Michael’s iron like arms were around as much of her that he could actually grab. Even though he had become freakishly strong, he couldn’t stop her cumbersome body from going down. He helped guide her down on her knees as gently as he could. She felt his huge penis rub against her swollen curves as she was lowered. She could smell him and his sweat and felt a puddle forming under her elephantine like ass.

“Love Bonnie” Michael said softly. “No.” Bonnie said as she started to cry again. “You don’t love me Michael.” She looked into his dull eyes. “I’m a fucking monster.” She said as tears began to flow. Michael leaned in and softly kissed her on the forehead. “Love Bonnie.” He said again. “Love babies.” Bonnie was caught off guard by that. Did he understand what was happening? “Michael- “She began and then hissed in pain when his huge hands squeezed her corpulent tits. “Want Bonnie” He said and squeezed harder. Warm milked squirted out of her stinging nipples, causing Bonnie to loudly whine in discomfort. “It hurts!” she cried but it didn’t mean anything to Michael. He just made a growling noise deep in his throat. His sexual appetite was fully behind the wheel. He greedily latched on to one of her aching breasts and began to suck on her dark meaty nipple. Hard. “OOOHHHH STOP!” Bonnie cried out as Michael pushed her slowly on her back on the cold tile floor.

“No, please, Michael no.” She started to beg. He released her nipple from his mouth and looked down at her. Bonnie began to flail on the ground, her enormous stretch marked belly heaving. She whipped her arms around for anything to grab on to. She tried to lift her legs to find purchase on the floor, but the muscles wouldn’t even respond. She was too big to do much of anything at that point.  The full weight of her perverted pregnancy held her firmly in place, threatening to crush her. “HELP!” She started to scream. “SOMEONE HELP!!!” She cried harder in her frustration and fear. “PLEASE!!” Michael grabbed one obese thigh and parted her legs as best as he could. “Unngghhh” Bonnie let out as her legs were forced open, her huge hips spasming. Between her legs, she felt like a running river. Her huge clit was almost vibrating. She couldn’t see Michael anymore over her grossly pregnant belly but she could feel him. The head of his engorged cock was right at her slit. “PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T” She wailed. Then she felt him thrust his length in her enormous swollen vagina. She howled in pain and ecstasy.

He filled her completely. “STOP – I’M TOO FUCKING PREGNANT!!” she cried as his massive rigid penis plunged into her mound up to the hilt. “Ooohh ooohhhh” She let out in desperation. Michael leaned over her obscene maternal swell, lost in pleasure as he wrapped his muscular arms around her belly, reaching for her bloated heaving breasts. Bonnie yelped in pain as his huge hands began to knead and work them again, her turgid nipples squirting warm liquid as he squeezed. “He’s milking me.” She thought as he claimed her again “He’s milking them like udders, while his babies are crushing me.” She was mortified as she heard herself sigh in relief as the awful pressure inside her corpulent tits began to ease off. Michael began thrusting inside her, as the horrible weight continued to collapse down on her insides. She couldn’t get enough air as she felt herself being pulverized. “Can’t – “she huffed in fear “Can’t breathe. Please.” Bonnie in extreme panic began to try and thrust herself onto her side. She swung her arm up in the air and over herself, while she tried to shift her hips over and raise her fleshy leg with the momentum. “Please!” She locked eyes with Michael as she pitifully tried to heave her bulk over. “Side – too big – “she pleaded using what little bit of oxygen she could take in. Michael looked at her with an almost child like curiosity. “Side?” he asked. “Yes -please!” she squeaked as she strained to move herself. Her vision started to go black.

Michael pulled himself out of Bonnie and grabbed her shoulder and her stretch marked hip. He grunted as he slowly rolled her on her side. She filled her lungs as soon as she could and frantically began to lift her head up as her eyes darted around. “Oh god oh god oh god” she said to herself. She was dully aware how hot and sweaty she was. She could feel the sweat collecting between her breasts, her belly slick on the cold tiles. Without warning, her body began to contract in on her as her muscles tensed and her horribly distended stomach went rock hard. She froze in place as she was held captive to the feeling. Bonnie didn’t even notice as Michael grabbed one of her legs and spread her open again. The awful constriction passed and Bonnie was lost to her adrenaline and terror. “NO, NOT NOW” she wailed inside of her head “NOT ON THE FLOOR, GOD, PLEASE, NOT LIKE AN ANIMAL!!” That’s when Michael drove himself in her again. “NO!” She yelled as she rolled her head around looking for any help. “GET OUT!! GET OUT OF ME!!” Bonnie screamed. She felt herself stretch around him and her pussy greedily swallowed his cock. Her fertile cunt took him in readily and with ease. Michael began to drive in and out of her like he was trying to breed her all over again. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” Bonnie was screaming as her freakish pregnant mass rocked with Michael’s thrusts.  

The babies began to move and shift in her over extended womb. She could feel Michael’s cock almost thrumming inside her tender wet folds. “Stooooopppp” she whined as she tried to buck against him for more friction. The babies kicking and pressing against her taut stretch marked flesh. “Too much” She moaned. Bonnie was overcome by the onslaught of sensations. The pressure and need for physical release built and built inside of her. Michael was pouring sweat now as he pumped away like a savage beast. Another contraction gripped her like a vise from the inside. “Pleeeeasssse” she sobbed. It was too much to handle at once. She felt like she was about to explode. Ready to burst with pregnancy and the blissful sexual agony. That’s when Michael reached between her legs and started to play with her huge pulsing clit.

Her orgasm was so intense she began to violently spasm on the floor, her eyes rolling in her head. Every nerve exploded in her system. It was beyond fireworks. It was fucking atomic bombs going off in every fiber of her being.

From somewhere far away she heard herself screaming and roaring in gratification and impotent rage.

She felt more than she heard something pop deep in her belly.

A deluge of warm amniotic fluid gushed out of her as Michael continued to hammer her pregnant cunt. “Getoutgetoutgetout!” she begged as one of the babies seemed to move and shift right on top of her vagina. Another contraction came and the pain was extraordinary. She was unable to move or speak as her body held her hostage. Her pussy squeezed tightly around Michael’s throbbing cock. He groaned and grabbed on to her belly and massive ass as he began to cum. The contraction passed but Bonnie felt Michael spurting length after length of semen in her. She looked up at him and saw him huffing and puffing through gritted teeth as his orgasm rocked his body. “Oh god” she cried and laid her head against the floor, her face puffy and red with huge tears. He just seemed to keep going. More and more of his seed flooding her. Bonnie sobbed in misery and hurt. She was going to give birth on the floor, pushing out the babies covered in her juices and his wretched cum. The despair and humiliation drowned her soul.

Her mind started to float away. Another contraction as Michael finally pulled out of her. She didn’t even try to move, just groaned through it with her face resting on the tiled floor. The door to her room burst open and there was a sudden storm of movement, yelling, and confusion. Bonnie was somewhere else. Wrapped in Kyle’s arms in bed. Safe. Secure. Loved. She barely registered all of the shouting around her.

“Get him off of her!”

“How did he get in?!?”

“Hold him down, don’t let him –“

“I’M FUCKING TRYING”

“Oh God, she’s in labor!”

“ Bonnie, Bonnie, can you hear me?”

“We need to clean this up, quick!”

“HE’S GETTING AWAY!!”

Bonnie felt the first baby getting in position, ready to descend through her birth canal. The pain was acute and extreme. She had felt it many, many times before. She gritted her teeth. Kyle was telling her how he wanted a family. He wanted to make her a mommy. She smiled weakly. She would have to start pushing soon, she thought exhausted. She started to shiver. Her body was cold with sweat.

Suddenly there was a warm gentle hand on her shoulder. Dr. Stern appeared as he knelt down beside her. “I am so, so sorry Bonnie.” He said. His eyes were glassy and wet. The sight of her like this pained him on a deep, deep fundamental level. “Hurts” Bonnie croaked. She had screamed herself horse. “I know. I know.”  Dr. Sterns said with true empathy. Another contraction set off. She weakly mewled in pain. “Bonnie, the babies are coming too fast. We have to – “Bonnie locked eyes with him as her lips quivered. “Please” She said. “You have to make it stop.” Dr. Stern took Bonnie’s hand in his. “Please, just make it stop.”

[greeneyesthickthighstruelies]

I felt so much pressure in my pelvis, I could tell baby was low. Really low. “Baby’s dropped” people said to me today as I waddled around the store. I felt her head so low. I relished the feeling of your baby pushing me open. The pressure was intense but not unpleasant. When I got home, the contractions started. I tried to lie down and relax but they kept coming more frequently. Fuck they hurt. But the pressure from inside makes my pussy drip. I call you at work. “The baby is coming.” I said in a rational voice. Then a contraction hit me and I said more frantically “ughnnn this baby wants out!” You rush home to find me spread eagle on the bed with my panties half off, rubbing my swollen pussy and moaning as the contractions start. FUCK. I’m cursing as they get more intense but my cunt lips have never been more swollen or parted. You put your hand inside me to check me, the way we practiced when we stretched my cunt out to prepare for baby to come out of that tight fuck hole. You can see I’m at 7 cm dilated. You watch me writhing with each contraction, my swollen pussy on display as your baby moves lower down my birth canal. The same hole you used to put this baby in me. Your cock hardens as you watch me touch myself during labor. You stroke my swollen tits until they leak a little. I’m moaning as you rub my clit. You put the milk on your cockhead to lubricate it and then you move down between my legs. You look at me questioningly and I say “baby, I’m in labor. This baby is coming soon. Just be gentle, but please put that cock in my pussy and help me cum while baby moves even lower.” I beg as we lock eyes. You slide inside me as a contraction starts and feel my whole body go rigid. My baby filled cunt squeezes your dick hard. You put your hands on my belly and keep fucking me as you feel your baby squirm inside me, ready to be born. My big swollen baby belly is rock hard as I lay here, legs open, big belly heaving and contracting and moving on it’s own as I writhe and arch. Your cockhead kisses the tip of our baby’s head and you slow down and go slower and more shallow. I’m still contracting as you rub my clit with your fingers, forcing me into orgasm as baby pushes way down from the inside. My whole body tenses as I cry out in pleasure and pain. You pull out and cum on my belly as your baby crowns from my bulging baby maker.

[hyper-breeding-lover]

*SPLOOOOSH !*

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(warning : this story contains a multiples and overdue pregnancy from a fat hucow, abuse, and water breaking at the end.)

"Aaaah... Aaaaaah ! Gonna... come...m-master..."

Her master had come inside of her once again. The dumb pregnant girl could feel the huge load of sperm inside her flowing inside of her overpressured womb. During her 10 months of pregnancy she had been fed, washed and fucked like cattle, and the consequences sure showed. Her entire body had become immense. The once slim girl turned into an obese cow, so huge she was trapped on her bed because of the weight of her enormous belly. The fertile mound was at least 6 feets long, and was as wide as it was tall. It was so large she looked like she was carrying a full grown adult in here. Her feet were even leaving the floor, leaving her stuck on top of her belly. All she could do was lay on it, and let her master fuck her pussy, hidden under all the flab of her asscheeks. She had become impossibly obese, 526 pounds with at least 100 of them coming from her litter of babies. She was carrying 13, each big, overdue, and so active their movements could be seen from her massive fecundity. Despite being obese, her belly was round and tight like a drum because of her pregnancy, and her stomach was constantly filled to bursting with food. Dark angry stretch marks were showing, being proof of her impossible gain. She had gained so much so fast, due to her master's treatment.

He had kept her confined to her bed since the beginning of her pregnancy, taking the special cow's regiment from her master. He would keep feeding her full to bursting 5 times per day, all while giving her body weed and aphrodisiacs. Messing with her body, forcing to feel aroused at feeling of fullness. He kept doing this every day, ruining her body to his desire. Reducing her body an orgasming mess, breaking her mind until she was nothing but a breeding hucow.

"Aaaah... M-MORE !~"

Her fat filled face was showing an expression of pure bliss. She forgot the number of times she had come today. Her mind and body completely lost the notion of time, not even realising she should have given birth a long time ago. Her overdue babies were packed inside of her womb, and kicking so much the poor girl looked like she was about to burst right there. But despite all that, she was lost in her sex frenzy, begging her master to cum more inside of her. She had fallen into lust, becoming the broodmother she always wanted to be. The obese girl held her overfilled belly, fondling her reddening skin. She felt completely immobile, her body filled with too many foods, cum and babies... she couldn't even stop her master from fucking her if she wanted. And what was the point now? She was doomed to stay as his baby factory, and she only wanted to become bigger for him. More food, more cum, more babies...

He slapped her drum tight belly, causing her brood to kick even harder inside of her overcrowded womb. Lumps could be seen everywhere in her skin, which was covered with massive stretch marks and blue veins, caused by the immense pressure inside. She was truly at her limits. Each movements bringing her closer to the edge of orgasm. The feeling of pressure and her babies kicking increased her arousal, giving her the last bit of stimulation she needed for her powerful orgasm. The human cow screamed in pleasure, her brains frying from the overwhelming sensations. She came so hard, so hard she squirted all over, almost messing her master's body with her juices. She could barely think anymore. Her 13 babies were kicking SO hard, putting pressure on her cervix... until...

*SPLOOOOSH !*

Her water broke.

[imagineyourepregnant]

Breeder cow

Your master is a fan of cows, eager for you to lactate for him. He already has you wearing a cow print outfit at home, a bikini top and a skirt, the tiny skirt barely obscuring the cow tail buttplug your master insists on. You’re learning to love it though, because for the sake of a few moos, he fills you with his massive cock; an agonising 7 inches in length and 2 in girth.

You’ve mentioned getting pregnant a couple of times, knowing it would bring in your milk, but your master is against it. He doesn’t want children. So you take a different approach. In the throws of passion, you whisper to him how desperate for his cock you would be. You wouldn’t just crawl to the door to greet him, you’d be there, an utter mess, milk dripping all over your body, over your swelled stomach, onto the floor, where you’re masturbating furiously, so horny and needy for your master’s cock.

You have to do this for several weeks, easing him into the idea, and trying not to show how much you want to get pregnant, to be able to rub your huge belly as bask in parenthood. Maybe your master would even take you out on walks, heavy belly and tits swinging low as you crawl after him. You know however, that just one child won’t satisfy you.

You have a friend in biochemistry that you reach out to for fertility medication, and swap them with your contraceptive pill. It’s a huge breach of your master’s trust, and you know if he finds out, he’ll punish you, but you’ve got it into your head that you need this and if your master only agrees to one pregnancy, you might as well find out what multiples feel like.

Luckily, about a week into your fertility medication, your master tells you to stop taking the pill. He’s finally agreed to impregnate you.

The sex that day is fast, hard, and has you spewing the dirtiest thoughts imaginable, getting him to cum into you several times over. You ache from all the sex, but feel so good at the same time.

To make certain his seed has taken, you are given a number of pregnancy tests to take. One each morning as your master leaves for work. If it’s negative, he fucks you until you’re bow legged. The first three come back negative and you lie about two more, all the while still sneaking your fertility drugs. You do the cleaning and garbage, so your master doesn’t doubt you, patting your head fondly and fucking you like usual.

He suckles your breasts every day after the positive test, three times a day and more on the days he doesn’t work. Other than that they get sore and swollen from all the attention, you do pretty well for couple of weeks before tiredness and morning sickness come in, leaving you weak and nauseous for three months. Your master still fucks you, and you are still happy to spread your legs, and tell him you love what he’s done to you, but it does mean you spend longer sleeping than normal.

As you don’t have your belly covered unless you leave the house, it doesn’t take either of you long to notice you’re showing eariler than expected. It sends a thrill through you, and you wonder how many babies you have inside your womb. Your master frowns a little and tells you to stop sleeping so much, not wanting you to gain too much weight from the baby. You nod and promise that you won’t.

Your belly continues to swell over the next two months and your tits grow much faster than either of you expected. Now 5 months along with GG’s bulging out of your bikini top, you look at least 8 months along. You expected your master to be angry, but your milk came in last night, spurting everywhere as you orgasmed on his cock. You had to clutch your heavy stomach quickly as he shoved you back, leaning over you and wrapping his mouth around one nipple, taking long hard sucks that had you squirming, face red with blush, cumming again and stirring your children. Your stomach is alive with movement and as you gasp and buck your hips as your master drinks from you, you rub your huge belly, trying to calm your children. Your hand knocks your masters and you belatedly realise he’s stroking your stomach too. You look down to see his still guzzling your tit milk and smile, feeling so happy about the whole situation.

By month six, you’re waddling about the house, sometimes on your feet, sometimes on all fours. Your master has given you a larger outfit, as your previous one is near tearing, so big have your hips and boobs become. Kindly, your new bikini holds your breasts to your chest comfortably, the weight of the milky orbs not weighing you down. Your master also requests that you milk yourself every few hours. Some you know is donated to adoptive parents, some your master consumes, and some he has you ingest. You have almost the same amount of sex now as you did when trying to conceive, but now it’s with a heavy, shifting weight in your lap, milk flowing from your breasts with each thrust, soaking the sheets, or the floor when you aren’t having sex in bed. Today, your master came into the kitchen while you were cooking. He has you with your hands and leaking tits to the wall, gripping your hips firmly as he pulls you on and off his cock, stomach jiggling as you pant and moan, mooing like the breeding cow he’s made you into. Each time one of your children kicks, your pussy clenches, drawing a moan from your master, and making his next thrust that much harder. Neither of you last long these days, orgasming minutes into each session. Your master can still shoot more than one load though, and still fills you to the point of leaking, not stopping until he’s completely flacid.

When you aren’t rutting like animals, and once all your housework is done, he has you sit on his lap to watch tv, your naked pussy wet and leaking cum on his lap while he rubs your belly.

“Have you worked how many are inside?”You shake your head, leaning on him and panting softly. You feel so damn heavy and tired all the time, but those hands on your belly feel so good. A flurry of kicks go for your master’s hand and he pats your belly softly, chuckling.

“We’ll find out soon then. I’ve booked you for a scan.”

A scan. That meant going outside. You flush, finding yourself rocking gently in his lap.

“Do you like that, my sweet cow?” You nod and he raises one hand to take your breast. “Then drink with me, I want to make sure you’ve been drained properly.” You nod and twist your other breast, putting the nipple between your lips and suckling, drinking your own breastmilk as your master drinks from the other. You take over stroking your belly as his hand comes down to rub your soaking pussy and clit, pleasuring you without entering.

The next day, it occurs to you both that you have nothing to wear to the hospital. You still don your bikini top, though it has again begun to tighten, your milk jugs growing into H cups. On top, your master has chosen an old summer dress. It makes your tits look even bigger and you start to pant after only a half hour of wear, it’s so tight on your stomach. You haven’t worn underwear since becoming his pet, so neither of you consider any clothing on your lower half, leaving your pussy dangerously close to exposure as you go to your appointment.

Triplets, you’re told. Large ones. You’re apparently measuring the same as a mother full term with a single child and are in good health which pleases you both. On the way home, your master pauses at a park. He reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out your leash. Your eyes light up like saucers, you haven’t been on a walk since before getting pregnant! You wriggle in your seat, eagerly exposing your neck for your collar. He reaches over, running a hand down your stomach before sliding under your dress. Your belly forces you to sit with your legs slightly apart, meaning you don’t have to move them for him to check how wet the situation is making you. The seat is soaked as is your pussy, making him chuckle. He asks you to get out, opening his own door and walking around.

You ease yourself out of the car with all the grace of a shored whale, holding your belly to try relieve some of the weight, stumbling and leaning back on the car. Your master puts a comforting hand on your shoulder and kisses you, and gestures you into the park woods. You walk together, his arm wrapped protectively around you as you enter the treeline, hiding you both from view. He helps you remove your dress, and attaches your collar and leash, binding you to a tree so that he can fill you before your walk. Pussy slick with your mixed juices, he takes the leash in hand and you slip to your hands and knees, curiously crawling around the woods. Semen dribbles down your thighs and your bikini top gets heavy as your arousal gets them leaking again. You see the occasional person, and it sends your heart a flutter, knowing you can’t get away if they see you. No one turns your way though, and if they do, you are usually hidden by trees or thick grass. It doesn’t make you any less excited though.

You have to stop often to rub your belly, your children not always comfortable when crawling. It hangs low from your body, occasionally rubbing on a rock or raised tree root. You moo freely, the noise loud enough for only your master to hear. He rewards you with petting and rubbing your exposed sex, fucking you twice more before you turn back.

Back in the car, he has you get in the back, where the windows are tinted, and exposes your breasts to feed, drinking for what feels like half an hour before releasing you and getting into the driver’s seat. You remain in the back, panting and drooling slightly, hands rubbing your belly near constantly, moaning occasionally.

The back seat is also drenched when you finally get out, waddling as fast as you can, back arched pressed to the base of your spine and the other holding the underside of your belly.

You collapse to the ground almost immediately upon arriving home, struggling to expose yourself and masturbate, one hand on your breast, milking it. Your master smiles at you, even as he tries to sound displeased. “Such a mess.” He helps you out of your dress before going out to get the car seats cleaned. The next morning, you awake feeling sore and full, belly looking even bigger than yesterday. You rub it lovingly and slowly sit up, ready to go pee, when you feel something odd. Reaching down, you discover not only is your ass plugged, but your pussy too!

“You can only take it out for the toilet, sex and birthing,” your master tells you, watching you with a smile from his laid down position. You blush at the mention of birthing and nod in understanding.

You both love and hate your new toy. There was no mention of masturbating, which meant you couldn’t remove it to relieve your sexual frustration. It makes everything tidier, as less fluid leaks from you, but you find yourself cumming almost every hour, filling your channel with pussy juices and soaking your tits with their own milk.

Month eight rolls by and you find yourself mostly in bed, moving only when your master helps you up, even if it’s just for sex. Everytime your plug is removed, juices flow out, making you think your water has broken. But is hasn’t. You haven’t felt any contractions, but your hips ache from all the sex and you know they’ve gotten wider as you strain to wear your skirt. This is when your master decides to remove your clothing, only leaving the plugs.

J cup tits hang from you when you crawl, and sit on your belly, leaking at the most minor provocation. Your children have grown to make you feel and look like a hippo, belly now huge enough to touch the floor no matter what you try when on all fours. When you sit, it spreads your thighs wide and when you walk, your gait is wide and slow. You bend over a lot on counters, rails and chairs, tired from moving, and your master takes it as invitation for a good fucking, making you come in moments.

It’s during one of these moments, leaning on the kitchen counter, that you come, spraying liquid all over the kitchen floor. The excessive amount of liquid surprises you, until you think about how low your stomach has been lately. And the sudden lance of pain making you shudder confirms it.

“I-I’m giving birth!” you tell your master, who nods, but doesn’t remove his cock, thrusting evenly into you. You whimper and shake as he fucks you to another orgasm, the contractions far enough apart that neither of you are bothered about moving.

“I can feel them,” your master says. “Your contractions feel so tight on my cock. I want to fuck you until my children come.” You nod and carefully, he gets you onto your knees, not once pausing in his thrusts. You come again before the first one’s head comes down your birth canal. Moaning and crying out, you writhe as you feel the need to push. Your master shifts his grip so that he’s rubbing your clit and suckling as you give birth, his cock not receding until it bumps against his progeny.

You’re cumming as your son falls free from your womb, afterbirth following. You pant and your master eases you onto your back and places the child at your breast. The next one, a girl, arrives an hour later and the final boy not long after.

Sweaty and exhausted, it takes you a long moment before you feel a cold gel being squirted into you. You open your eyes to find your master squirting lube into you, his cock at full mast. “… Master?” “I’ve always wanted a farm.”

[peneloperouge]

Your demise.

Let me remind you

You're disposable.

Once you are ready to pop I will have another pig lined up to take your place.

Filling you daily with my next hog in mind.

Your body buried under piles of heavy lard.

Helplessly wiggling and jiggling while I stuff you from both ends, your belly disgustingly swollen and spreading across the floor.

You won't see the sun.

You won't smell any more open fields.

Just the view of four walls and the smell of whatever food I'm stuffing inside of you.

Sad to some, but to you, bliss. Happily being pumped into an obese mess of a human.

I'll just keep making my pigs bigger with every new one that comes my way.

Slowly working their body, force feeding, fattening, and expanding them.

Watching them grow and moan from their insides churning from indigestion.

Practically fucking them with the feeding pumps and listening to them cum while they nearly explode.

Bellies constantly taut. Mouth always full. Limbs uselessly slumped to their sides.

It could be anyone's dream really.

Give up on life and let someone use your body to get as fat as humanly possible and then some.

Give into obesity. Let it take over your life.

Guzzle down as much garbage as you can and make room for more.

You could be my piggy.

Let me feed you.

Fatten you.

I'll let you grow bigger than a king sized bed.

I'll strap you to the bed and stuff a funnel down your throat until you're squealing for me to stop.

But I won't stop.

Your belly needs to be big.

Twice as big as you are.

Your ass and thighs too.

Your ass needs to be big enough to hold a very large tube inside of it so you fill twice as quickly.

Be my piggy. You can lay back and be filled every day.

But you have to remember. There are downsides to letting yourself get extremely obese.

Eventual need for oxygen because your puny lungs can barely function under thousands of pounds of lard.

Heart complications from your arteries being clogged with fat.

Dizziness from rising blood pressure.

You'll eat your way to an early grave for sure if you decide to be my prized pig.

But it's worth it. Dedicate your life to food.

Give your life to obesity. Grow for me pig.

Eat yourself to death. Become my lard laden human pig.

You won't regret it.

Even if you do, it'll be too late for you pig. You'll be anchored to my bed from your own gluttonous manner.

A demise soon met by one too many gallons of cream being stuffed into you.

I'll just leave the hoses in you until you can't be filled anymore.

No more room left.

Pop goes the piggy.

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[lizardrancher-horny-deactivated]

Get fat.

Get fucking obese.

Now.

You know you want to.

You have to.

Why shouldn't you?

Don't you want to do it?

Let go.

300?

400?

500?

No.

How about 800?

Who needs to move?

Stop trying.

Pet.

Toy.

Stop moving. You don't need to.

Your brain is useless. Fried.

Waste those neurons.

Your only use is to store more fat.

Don't you want to be immobile?

Take up space.

600.

Doesn't it feel like your lungs are crushing you?

700.

Doesn't it feel like you're suffocating yourself?

800.

Indescribable isn't it?

Useless. A mound of fat. I bet it feels like you're actually suffocating now.

900.

Useless.

Wheezing mound of fat. You remain conscious only to eat.

950.

It hurts doesn't it?

Being crushed.

Being smothered.

If you didn't want it you'd have died by now.

1000.

Not even recognizable.

A literal mountain of fat.

You're just too resilient.

A heart attack waiting to happen.

The chest pains don't even bother you now.

1100.

The chest pains bother you now.

You feel like you're fading to black.

But you come back.

The only easy out is to keep eating.

So you do.

And you don't even care anymore.

And you don't even care

[lizardrancher-horny-deactivated]

1150. It hurts. So bad. It radiates down your arm, then stops. A close call maybe.

1200, you can't breathe, even on max oxygen. You huff and puff for even the slightest taste of air.

1300, it feels like constant suffocation. Your entire mind blanks as your only thought is struggling to survive.

And then?

Whoops.

Couldn't keep up with you that far.

Time to try again with someone else, at least before they forget you're someone and not something.

You just didn't make it.

Too bad honey.

[peneloperouge]

Bursting

Your round belly has grown so much lately. I think its time for my fat piggy to retire now. Keep sucking slowly, its so sweet you can’t stop. You’re far too addicted anyways. True pigs never turn down food of any kind. Thats it, let your belly swell up even more now until each roll begins to dissapear. Getting full are we? Nonsense. Pigs always have room somewhere right? I’ll find room. I know you secretly love getting stuffed from every hole. Being filled from both ends just means twice as much fun! Growing tighter and tighter filling out as big as you can stretch. I’m not sure how much more room you have but I guess we will see? You seem to be getting anxious. Let me just rub all of your fears away while your belly bloats out further. Thats it…breathe and grow for me. I can hear noises coming from inside your aching gut, you must be nearing your limits. Please don’t whine, all pigs retire eventually. Just…some not as you think. Your skin is getting irritated and very taught. My sweet cream pumping your insides bigger and bigger right before my eyes! You are getting so massive and heavy too! Spreading your chubby legs out to make more room while your body desperately tries to make more room. Pressure continues to build while your face reddens and you struggle to breathe. Poor piggy, soon they will meet their end. Keep swelling up bigger and bigger now. You look as if you are getting scared. Your pleas for relief are smothered by your tits engulfing your mouth. Eat…eat…eat…I know you’re reaching your limits now. Your arms and legs wiggle off to your sides from the pressure of being so incredibly tight, tears well up in the crease of your eyes and cream begins leaking out of you when suddenly…

BOOM.

No more piggy.

[hugebellies]

Laura sighed contentedly as she slipped her shorts on after her latest fuck.  She really should have made him wear a condom, but she was too excited to think that far in advance.

She orgasmed as her slammed his cock inside her and unleashed rope after rope of cum into her fertile womb. He kissed her on the back of the neck as she lay on the bed, her voluptuous breasts pressed against the sheets, and left.

Her hand went to her belly as Laura felt her ovaries swell, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and miss this round.” She thought.

suddenly her ovaries unleashed their built up eggs.  She moaned as she felt egg after egg implant in her womb.

“Oh God.” She said out loud “He knocked me up!”

“Five, six, seven” Laura counted as eggs turned into babies in her belly.  Her belly slowly swelled and she lifted her shirt to make room for her growing middle.  As she moaned, the number kept growing.

“Fifteen, sixteen!  I’m so knocked up!” The last twinge in her womb came at number 21.  Laura panted as her belly swelled to full term with triplets.

She finally calmed down as her hormones took over and Laura slowly started to enjoy herself.  Her skin slowly continued to stretch as the babies within her grew.  “He fucked a whole football team into me!” She thought. “He bred me good!”​

She struggled to stand and adjust to her new mass.  Now to find some clothes that might fit...

[greatbigbellies-captioned]

This was what it really looked like. This is what hyperpregnancy did to a belly. It’s not like on DeviantArt, where everything is smooth and shiny and blemish free. The reality was much harsher. The skin could only stretch so much so quickly before things started to give. Stretchmarks started to appear, veins started to pop, navels started to flatten out. Her belly was so reflective it almost looked wet, but it wasn’t, that was just her skin. The first trimester had been a rough one, and here she sat, staring in awe at her own growing midriff. She consumed thousands of calories a day to sate her growing hunger. She used to try covering her belly, but at the rate it was growing, it wasn’t worth the busted buttons. She already looked full term, and still was only a third of the way in. Doorways would shrink, clothes would tighten, waistbands would snap, and she would keep growing. This was the reality of hyperpregnancy, and this is what she’d go through in the months to come.

[amberthebabyfactory]

This what I want! No! this is what I NEED!

[greenlotusleaf]

“I’ve cast a spell on you… the more turned on you get, the more pregnant you get.”

Immediately, my stomach flipped. Fear? Excitement? Or… was I already getting turned on at the mere idea? The witch, sidling up behind me with her hands at my waist, leaned in and pressed her body against mine, letting her hands slide over my lower belly. She bit my earlobe and whispered, giving me goosebumps: “I think I can feel it working… can’t you? You should probably lie down.”

I head toward the couch, but I have to pause to unbutton my jeans. They *are* feeling a little… snug… at the waist. I don’t know if her “spell” is working or not, but it definitely looks like I’m going to get lucky with this cute witch babe, so… I bend over, struggling more than usual to get out of these jeans. By the time I stand back up, I’m sporting a definite little potbelly, and it definitely wasn’t there a minute ago.

I turn to her, ready to say “what the fuck?”, but suddenly she’s kissing me on the mouth and the words don’t come. Her shirt’s already off; her bra is black lace. She bites my lower lip, and her hands caress my stomach– *no*, my *bump*. “My, my, my… looks like my little plaything is well and truly knocked up.” She’s smirking and it’s hot as fuck. My head is spinning.

She pushes me down to the couch, and climbs on top, straddling my hips. I feel so heavy all of a sudden. She unclasps her bra, holds it in place for a moment. “I don’t know if I should take this off… wouldn’t want you to get too worked up, right? Not in your delicate condition.” It makes little difference; I’ve been fantasizing about her breasts all night, and this little tease is a torment. I squirm underneath her, bucking my hips just slightly, but it’s hard to move– I feel sluggish and unwieldy. “Look at yourself,” she urges. “Look at how pregnant you’re getting for me.” She drops her bra to the floor, and I want to look at her perfect tits, but the big dome of my own belly catches my eye instead. *Is it growing while I watch?* “God, your tits are even bigger than mine, now,” she says, snapping me out of it. She’s not wrong. They flop down, resting on the full curve of my belly, their nipples broad and dark. My tits, like everything else about me now, are so very heavy.

She grinds into me a bit, leaning forward and down, her trim stomach pressed against my swollen orb. She’s pressing her breasts toward my face, and I turn to to put one in my mouth, sucking desperately. I don’t know what’s happening to me but I don’t care, such is my need. “Do you like this?” she asks, cupping one of my brand new fat fucking tits. It’s so sensitive, and I shudder, sucking harder on her nipple. “Blowing up like this for me, I mean. Like a big, pregnant hot air balloon?” 

She adjusts her stance on top of me; I’m now too big for her to lean over my enormously round belly in quite the same way, and she sits up on my thighs, taking her perfect breasts away from my face. When I reach my hands up for them, my arms jostle my own swollen pregnant tits, pressing them together to form a surprisingly deep cleavage. I gasp at the sensation. When I look past my own cleavage, I see my belly surge forward again, even bigger. I feel impossibly huge. Now when she leans forward, she’s resting her breasts on the top of my massive pregnant belly. They look so small now, compared to my own.

For a moment, I watch her watching me, tracking the lust in her gaze as she surveys her handiwork. There’s ever-growing pressure in my womb and my tits, and I’m sinking deeper and deeper into the couch cushions under my own mounting weight, but the only sensation that matters to me is my red-hot carnal need. She reaches down between my thickening thighs, teasing me with the prospect of release, and my body expands again. 

Thinking about how huge I am now, how fat my ass must be by this point, how heavy my belly will feel when I eventually have to stand up… my body expands again. Even merely growing is turning me on, and making me grow. I feel a warm wetness, and realize I’m leaking milk.

“Yes,” I respond at last. “I really, really like this.”

“What do you like about it?” she asks, smiling devilishly, and I start to think about any answer to her question but my belly interrupts. It’s growing again, tight and round and glorious. I’ve never seen a belly this big before in my life.

“Blowing up like this for you. Like a hot air balloon. A big, pregnant, leaking, desperate, absolutely enormous hot air balloon.”

[hyper-breeding-lover]

"Misters, I need to go back study... my grades will become worse..."

The schoolgirl begged, during a short break from one of her blowjobs. The two men grinned. It's been more than 8 months that they turned this model student into their own baby factory. Her innocent heart has been easily corrupted once she lost to the pleasure of their dicks.

"Why do you keep acting like you care ? You know this wouldn't work anymore for you. Look at yourself, do you really think you can continue studying once you give birth to your litter of 15 babies ? Heck no, you're going to focus on being our breeding bitch instead. This is the only right place for you now. So you better focus on pleasing our dicks, I am already close to cumming."

The schoolgirl turned her eyes away in shame. She couldn't deny how low she has fallen. But at the same time she couldn't help but feel the desire to go back to them each time she was horny. And since her pregnancy, her hormones put her constantly in heat. Her body felt as if it was begging to be bred, despite how enormously pregnant she was already. At 8 months pregnant with 15 babies, she was the definition of a baby factory. Her belly became so large she could fit a version of her old non-pregnant self inside of it, and still have room to spare. There wasn't any time where she didn't feel huge and heavy, her belly constantly dragging her down everytime she was standing up. With that many babies inside, her belly was constantly bulging with their movements, and each kick put an immense pressure to her lower body.

The slightest efforts required her a lot of energy. That was the case at the moment, the poor girl's body was having a hard time dealing with the two men fucking her. Stuck on top of her belly, she barely had any control as they fucked her body like they wanted. She felt like a overblown pumped up sexdoll. The pressure applied on her tummy was so much she felt like she could pop if she got fucked any harder. Her babies were also kicking hard, visibly not happy with their mother's treatment. Still, the schoolgirl couldn't stop but feel masochist pleasure. Her heart was racing like crazy, feeling close to cumming, bursting or both... the men's movements accelerated, bringing her to the edge... until...

"MMMMMMMFFFFFF~!"

Her eyes rolled back inside of her head as she orgasmed as the same as she felt their cum filling into her body. Getting filled from both end, the schoolgirl's body started spasming as she came hard, her vision becoming blurry for a few seconds. A big flow of cum leaked from her mouth and pussy once the men pulled off their dicks. The overly pregnant girl was breathing hard, her head hanging low to the floor as her body rested on the fertile mound. She was showing an expression of delirium pleasure. Between short breaths, she said, smiling :

*Huff*... *Puff*... "T-That felt..." *Puff*... "Way too good..." *Puff*... "S-Same place same hour tommorow okay...~?"